Robert Ryan credited as playing...
Mailer
- Mailer: Get in the car.
- Rita Mailer: Why should I?
- Mailer: In the car.
- Rita Mailer: I don't want to.
- Mailer: Get in the car.
- Rita Mailer: Alright. But I'm not listening to any God damn football game!
- Mailer: he red-head's my wife, Rita. We've been married a year. She's not very smart but, she treats me right. She treats me just fine. You know what I mean?
- Earl Macklin: I know what you mean.
- Mailer: Sure you do. You know what I'm talking about.
- Mailer: [on the phone, Rita nearby, nonchalantly reading a magazine] He pulls a God damn fire alarm and you miss him? Shut up! The guy got close to me, do you understand that? He could have reached out and touched me and I want his ass wrapped in cellophane! You got that? In cellophane! Well if you need soldiers, import 'em, but I want him dead!
- [slams the phone down]
- Mailer: Dead.
- Mailer: Hard guy. You think you're Dillinger. You're nothing but a God damned independent. A heist guy. You got no operation. You go around sticking up banks. What kind of operation is that?