Mr. Roarke introduces Marg Atkins and Cathy Wilton who work as candy dippers in Louisville, Kentucky and Melvyn Mews, a truck driver from Wichita, Kansas.
Mr. Roarke: Tattoo, (rolling his eyes) Tattoo.
Tattoo: Boss right here.
Mr. Roarke: Tattoo is that really you.
Tattoo: Yes Boss. I really fool don't I.
Mr. Roarke: Oh you certainly did, but may I ask what you are doing inside a fire hydrant.
Tattoo: I'm camouflaged.
Mr. Roarke: Camouflage, of course, but may I ask why you want to camouflage yourself as a fire hydrant.
Tattoo: I'm taking a course on how to become a secret agent.
Mr. Roarke: A secret agent.
Tattoo: Lesson number 1: How to be seen without being seen.
Mr. Roarke: Truly amazing.
Tattoo: You love it Boss, right, wait till you see the others. I've got millions of them.
Mr. Roarke: (Roarke's face drops) I can hardly wait.
Liz Merrill: I'll stay here while you find some food.
Melvyn Mews: Wrong. We both scrounge for some food.
Liz Merrill: Well your the hired help, it's your job to look after Mr. Roarke's guests.
Melvyn Mews: I am not the hired help. I'm a paying guest here entitled to all the rights and all the privileges. Just between the two of us I think I am being royally gypped. If Mr. Roarke were here right now I'd insist on a refund for my fantasy.
Liz Merrill: You had a fantasy.
Melvyn Mews: A real stupid one. I wanted to spend the weekend with the woman that I loved. The most beautiful, sexiest movie star that ever lived. Frankly lady, I was a jerk, I was in love with an illusion, your nothing more than a rotten spoiled female that outta be spanked. Alright are you gonna help me scrounge up some food or not.