Jerry Franks credited as playing...
Fred
- Alcott: Hello, Fred.
- Fred: Hi!
- Alcott: You were looking at me through the window.
- [licks her lips]
- Alcott: Weren't you?
- Fred: No, eh, yeah... I...
- Alcott: Did you like what you saw?
- Fred: Yeah, but I-I mean...
- Alcott: [shows her breasts] Then why don't you take it?
- [she brandishes a knife]
- Alcott: Come on, lover boy, get to work!
- [he tries to kiss her]
- Alcott: No time for that stuff!
- Fred: Ok.
- [he starts to take off his shirt]
- Alcott: Not the shirt, stupid. Get it up or I'll cut it off!
- Fred: Hey man, you have some - fringe benefits going for you too, huh?
- Harry: Oh, hell ya! Some of them ain't been within spittin' distance of a man in years. You know what?
- Fred: What?
- Harry: They are so horny...
- Fred: Yeah?
- Harry: Sometimes - late at night - when it's real quiet - you can hear 'em honkin'.
- Fred: Hey, hey, did you ever - make it with any of these girls around here man? Huh?
- Harry: Not yet, Freddie. There's always a bunch of guards hangin' around. Either that or they're all locked up. One of these days - zap!
- Fred: What do you mean - zap? Man, what is that zap?
- Harry: Zap! R - A - P - E. Zap!
- Fred: Wait a minute, wait a minute. You mean to tell me you're gonna rape one of these girls? With all these guards hangin' around?
- Harry: I ain't gonna rape one of them. One of them - is gonna rape me.
- Harry: I know you dig girls.
- Grear: I'm not this way because I wanna be. It's this place! Pretty soon a girl gets strange desires and it creeps upon you like a disease. But, it's curable.
- Harry: What does it take?
- Grear: A real man. Like you.
- Harry: Come on, Helen, not through the bars.
- Grear: You should be able to get in here at night. You can steal a key from somebody.
- Fred: Come on Harry, the guard's coming back.
- Grear: There's someone for Fred, too. He can have Harrad.
- Fred: Now if we can just make it past the gate guard.
- Bodine: *Guards.* There are two of them.
- Harry: [feels something pressing into his back] What the hell are you doing?
- [whirls around - it's Alcott's gun's muzzle]
- Bodine: Where's Grear?
- Harry: She's dead. Covered in blood.
- Bodine: Who killed her?
- Harry: Harrad, I guess.
- Bodine: Do you have something to cover up the back of the truck?
- Fred: Yeah, we got a tarp.
- Bodine: All right, that's perfect. Now, we're gonna have some people back there, and you're gonna cover us up and drive out of here like *nothing* ever happened.
- Harry: Yeah. What's in it for us?
- Bodine: [with a smirk] You can have *Miss Dietrich.*