- [Fanny has seduced William, her servant, in retribution for Mr H's infidelty to her]
- Fanny Hill: [voiceover] I saw, with wonder and surprise, not the play-thing of a boy nor the weapon of a man, but a positive maypole that would have done credit to a young giant. Such a breadth of animated ivory. In short, it stood an object of terror and delight, and with no little trepidation I guided the furious battering-ram into my... It is so hard to find a dainty way of putting it, and I never cared for coarse language. I guided it into my palpitating and pleasure-thirsty channel.
- [Mr. Crofts sees Fanny Hill for the first time and looks lustfully at her]
- Mr. Crofts: Very pretty. Very pretty. Come here, my dear. So you're fresh from the country, are you, Fanny?
- Mrs. Brown: And as innocent as the day she was born. That's guaranteed, warranted, signed and sealed, sir. The genuine article.
- [whispers to Mr. Crofts]
- Mrs. Brown: And down below I guarantee you'll find she's as tight as the Chatsworth lock on the national safe deposit.
- [Mr. Crofts and Mrs. Brown have negotiated a suitable price for him to have Fanny]
- Phoebe: Go very gentle with her, sir. I've never seen such an innocent little lamb. Be very kind and soft with her, I implore you. She's never seen what a man has in his breeches - let alone a monster such as yours, Mr. Crofts.
- Mr. Crofts: Get away with you! She's from the country. She's seen rams and bulls and stallions, ain't she? Let the dog see the rabbit!
- Fanny Hill: [voiceover] I'm ashamed to say my body betrayed me. And so I learned the extremes of sensual delight need have nothing to do with true love. A cruel lesson for a girl with a romantic disposition, but I think many women may have made that bitter-sweet discovery for themselves. Now I was truly learning to be a woman of pleasure.
- [having been thrown out onto the street by Mr H, Fanny looks for work with Mrs Coles]
- Fanny Hill: I must tell you, I have no skills in the millinery, ma'am. I can do plain sewing and a little embroidery, but nothing fancy.
- Esther Davies: [laughing] Oh, you're still such a simpleton, Fanny. Don't you know you're *sitting* on your livelihood, same as I am.
- Mrs. Coles: Think of it as a temporary strategem. Spend a little time on your back to get back on your feet, so to speak.
- Mrs. Coles: The young man I have in mind for you is as sweet and fresh as a little lamb. He has been privately tutored in the country - hardly laid eyes on a girl. But now his father has decided it's time he "completed his education". He wants a young, fresh country girl for his son's first time. Do you think you could play the part?
- [Mrs Bond has introduced Fanny to Mr Harding and his son as a sweet and innocent virgin]
- Mr. Harding: That young girl look perfect. And I'm sure she knows... what goes with what.
- Mrs. Coles: But they are both so bashful. I hardly know how they will manage. Perhaps if you or I or both of us were to stay here with them and give them a little *help* and guidance as to what goes where. Fanny is *such* an innocent.
- Mr. Harding: [smirking] Well the notion does have a certain... piquancy. But I think we can safely let nature take its course.
- [Fanny is trying to encourage Percival to make love to her. He is very naive and only knows how bulls and cows mate. His father and Mrs Coles are listening outside the bedroom door]
- Percival Harding: Is it time to climb on your back now, Fanny?
- Fanny Hill: [coyly] I think we may do it face-to-face.
- Percival Harding: How shall we do that?
- Fanny Hill: Like this. Suppose I lift my leg like this, then put my other one...
- Mr. Harding: [shouts from outside the door] Come on, my son!
- Percival Harding: [shouts excitedly to his father] It's in! It's in!
- Mr. Harding: Oh, well done! Well done!
- [Mrs Coles and the other prostitutes join in the laughter and rejoicing]
- [Mr Norbert, a terminally-ill punter, is making love to Fanny but he dies, lying on top of her, at the moment of climax]
- Fanny Hill: [voiceover] It had all been too much for Mr Norbert. It was a strange and eerie sensation to be lying there with the dart of a dead man lodged inside of me, but nonetheless I was proud to have played my part in enabling him to die a happy man. Whether his soul went to heaven or hell, I leave for others to determine.
- [final words]
- Fanny Hill: [voiceover] As to the moral of my story? Must one always have morals? It seems to me life is very complicated and we must all get through it the best we can. Virtue is always preferable to vice, but we can't always choose, can we?
- [as she and her new husband Charles walk away, she turns and winks at the camera]
- Mrs. Brown: We're going to leave you a while with Mr. Crofts, Fanny. You be sure to entertain him prettily. Can you do that for me, Fanny?