John Glover credited as playing...
Alan Raimy
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.