- Alan Raimy: [narrating] And as the sun sets slowly in the west, we say goodbye to beautiful Palm Springs, oasis of intrigue and extracurricular games of Hide the Salami, and we return to real life.
- Alan Raimy: [narrating, as Cini is shown being handcuffed and bound to a chair] Some people, you gotta tie down to convince 'em they can act.
- Alan Raimy: There's your old lady. Keeping herself in shape - for you. That's not bad, Mitch. Huh? Oh! You've got good taste in broads.
- Alan Raimy: [narrating] Uh, this is where the credits would be. Slick Entertainment Incorporated presents: "Tit in the Wringer, or How Harry Mitchell Agreed to Pay One Hundred and Five Thou a Year and Found Happiness."
- Alan Raimy: Chalet Lodge Motel. Oh-oh-oh, I like this one. This one here. This expression. Huh? Mr. Casual. Its not a bad place. Forty a night. That's you. Going in to buy the room. While the broad stands outside. Christ! You know, you start chasing that young *pussy* - you got to stay in shape. I bet she drains you dry.
- Alan Raimy: [narrating, as Cini's blouse is ripped off] This is to keep your interest, or whatever, up.
- Alan Raimy: So, gentlemen, we got a little problem. We killed somebody, he saw it on the movie, and now he knows about us. That's why one of us is going to have to blow him away.
- [long silence, as Bobby realizes Alan and Leo are staring at him]
- Bobby Shy: Now, what do I get out of it?
- Alan Raimy: Peace of mind.
- Bobby Shy: I look nervous to you?
- [Alan is showing a snuff film in which a girl is shot]
- Alan Raimy: The best thing about Cini is that she not only lives her part, she dies it too.
- Harry Mitchell: I've been seeing someone. I met her three - three and a half months ago. I don't do this very well.
- Barbara Mitchell: Try. Do I know her?
- Harry Mitchell: No. I wasn't looking. I didn't go looking.
- Barbara Mitchell: How old is she?
- Harry Mitchell: Twenty-two.
- Leo Franks: Hey, what it is, huh? We hit the fuckin' jackpot this time, didn't we? That fuckin' Al has got some weird friends!
- Alan Raimy: You swim good. That's good strong legs and terrific ass. Nice rack. A little chilly for taking a swim, isn't it? Do you see this? Now you don't. But, you know its there, don't you? Now, come on out of the pool, Slim.
- Barbara Mitchell: Was the sex act good? Lots of kinky things? Is that it?
- Harry Mitchell: It's not that simple.
- Barbara Mitchell: Our marriage has lasted for 23 years. That's longer than she's been alive.
- Harry Mitchell: She had this friend of Dan's there. A black girl. A beautiful black girl. Anyway, I bought her a drink She tells me she's going to secretarial school at night and working in this modeling place in the daytime with the black girl.
- Barbara Mitchell: She's young. Twenty-two.
- Harry Mitchell: I guess she is. Yeah.
- Barbara Mitchell: Maybe I've known. For about a month I've known. God, I wish you hadn't told me!
- Harry Mitchell: She's just a kid.
- Barbara Mitchell: What does that mean? Did you play Daddy? Is that it?
- Harry Mitchell: Maybe, in part.
- Alan Raimy: You rascal. Now, here you are shooting the broad. Nice little body. Mmm. Great tits. What do you think?
- Alan Raimy: What is this? Live Nude Models? Oh, there's your girlfriend again. She told you she was a model. Right? What? Did you think it was for Vogue? Huh?
- Alan Raimy: As the sun sets slowly in the west, we say goodbye to beautiful Palm Springs, oasis of intrigue and extra curricular games of hide the salami and we return to real life.
- Harry Mitchell: These guys take over your life, just like that. I never believed anybody could do that. One dumb move and these animals rush in. I really fucked up, didn't I?
- Leo Franks: He's got some weird friends. That blonde he's takin' pictures of is a big time porno star. He said she won best actress last year at these awards, like the Academy Awards, for fuck films. Last year it was: 69.
- [laughs]
- Doreen: [Harry takes a Poloroid shot of Doreen undressing] How'd it come out?
- Harry Mitchell: Its a little dark.
- Doreen: That's me, honey.
- Leo Franks: Hey-hey, is that it, man? Well, open it up, huh? It's lookin' *good*. Just like we thought it *would*!
- Barbara Mitchell: Who are you?
- Alan Raimy: Silver Lining Accounting Service: "We satisfy or we eat it."
- Leo Franks: [Alan has stolen Harry's gun] You're hoping for something like this going in, but never in a million years can it happen.
- Alan Raimy: Clean living. It pays off.
- Alan Raimy: Then I asked the guy, I said, "Who told you where to find me?" Oh, he said it was you.
- Leo Franks: I didn't tell him! Jesus Christ! I didn't even tell him your first name!
- Alan Raimy: OK! It could have been someone else!
- Leo Franks: All right, what about Doreen, huh? I mean, she went out with him!
- Bobby Shy: She wouldn't talk to him.
- Alan Raimy: How do you know that?
- Bobby Shy: Because she's a friend of mine. And she knows if I found out, I'd throw her dead ass off a roof.
- Alan Raimy: [to Bobby] Oh, I've got something to show you. Something that is gonna knock... you... out!
- [takes out a gun and shoots Bobby through the heart]