Gina Rome is a horny prisoner who desperately needs a man - 80's retro

You can take away my pride and my dignity,

but you can't make me stop singing.

You tell him, Bertha.

What we do behind these bars is none of his god damn business.

I'll have to report you to the warden if you don't chill out.

Ooh, we're shaking in our prison issued boots, pig.

Hey, I'm warning you, all right?

What are you going to do, put us in jail?

We need you for processing room 22.

New arrival.

What does it look like?

Good enough for processing.

What are you going to do, get your jolly screw?

Maybe the warden would like to know

what kind of friendly benefits you get with the job.

Well, fucking tell him.

It's his idea anyway, you shit.

Shut up.

Nobody knows the trouble I've seen.

Nobody knows but Jesus.

Let's see here. Name, death array.

Gladys Death Array Hall. I'm convicted of performing a lewd act in a public place.

What might a lewd act be? What were you doing?

I had sex with the clerk at the department store in exchange for a free pair of pantyhose.

A free pair of pantyhose. Well, I think you're a classic one.

Let me see what other charges we can come around here for.

You know, the thing with street-issue clothing is you can't use them in here.

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