Deep Throat (film)

1972 film directed by Gerard Damiano

Deep Throat is an American pornographic film released in the summer of 1972 starring Linda Lovelace (the pseudonym of Linda Susan Boreman).

The End. And Deep Throat to you all.
Directed and written by Gerard Damiano.
How far does a girl have to go to untangle her tingle?

Linda Lovelace

  • It makes me feel tingly all over and then nothing... There should be bells ringing, dams busting, bombs going off.

Wilbur Wang

  • [on the telephone with Dr. Young.] You gotta help me. I'm in love with Linda. We want to get married... thank you. There's only one problem - she needs a nine inch cock. I'm only 3 inches away from true happiness, is there anything you can do? You can? Really? [turning to Linda Lovelace] No problem, honey. He can cut it off as short as you want!


  • [while receiving cunnilingus] Mind if I smoke, while you're eating?
  • Do you wanna get off or do you wanna wreck a city?

Dr. Young

  • No wonder you can't hear any bells! You don't have a tinkler!
    • The doctor is explaining that the reason that Linda does not have orgasms is that she has no clitoris; it is later discovered to be in the back of her throat.

The Closing Sign

  • The End. And Deep Throat to you all.


Linda: How would you like it if you had balls in your ears?
Dr. Young: [pause] I guess I could hear myself cumming!

Linda: [dressed in a nurse's outfit] These are expensive treatments, you know.
Mr. Maltz: Don't worry! Money is no object. Look, I got Blue Cross!


Virtually every time someone watches that movie, they're watching me being raped. ~ Linda Lovelace
  • Virtually every time someone watches that movie, they're watching me being raped.
  • It is a crime that movie is still showing; there was a gun to my head the entire time.
    • Linda Lovelace, interviewed in the Toronto Sun, March 20, 1981.
  • It is all very well and good for Linda Lovelace, the star of the movie, to advocate sexual freedom; but the energy she brings to her role is less awesome than discouraging. If you have to work this hard at sexual freedom, maybe it isn't worth the effort.
  • Lovelace is almost a Ripley’s Believe-It-Or-Not as she takes the whole joint down her gullet. No, it’s not a small-potato penis but a roustabout rod of ten inches that plummets into the deepest recesses of our lady’s oral cavity. It seems a miracle. … I was never so moved by any theatrical performance since stuttering through my own bar mitzvah.
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