Answering Machine Message: Tompkins at Guarantee Insurance. About your burglary claim? Major loss, all right. Funny, you remembered to file – but you didn’t remember to pay your premium.
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Lee Nejman: The Shang-Yin is so beautiful, Mr. Stabila. Three thousand years old.
John Stabila: I’m just looking to make sixty.
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Al Brennan: Don’t move, Rockford. End of the line!
Jim: All right, now, easy. Hold it – let’s talk, pal! You’ve made a mistake.
Al Brennan: Wouldn’t be my first one...
Jim: Brennan? Brennan?!?
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Jim: Maybe she just ducked away with a boyfriend. Linda have a boyfriend?
Marcy Brownell: John Stabila. You must know him – main man type, big and rich. When I talked to her last, she’d found out he was doing something illegal.
Jim: Like what?
Marcy Brownell: I don’t know. But I do know I haven’t heard from her since. And Linda’s a real phone freak – she calls me everyday.
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Jim: (Pretending to be reporter.) While I’m here, Les wants me to ask a few questions...
Markell: About what?
Jim: Oh, in general - the real estate business. In specific – that development project you’re into over on the east side.
Markell: That’s a city project.
Jim: Yeah, yeah... but if all those cost overruns. That’s good stuff for the eleven o’clock.
Markell: I won’t allow an interview.
Jim: Suit yourself – we’ll do the story anyway, and then we’ll end the whole thing with, “Mr. Markell had no comment.”
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Al Brennan: (buttonholing Aarons, who has followed him into an elevator) Okay, pal – you’ve got exactly twelve stories to tell me yours.
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Al Brennan: She is a nice lady.
Jim: She sound like Switzerland to you?
Al Brennan: Hmm?
Jim: Well, before you got here she was telling me how she and Linda went to Switzerland for schooling.
Al Brennan: So?
Jim: Maybe this doesn’t mean anything but... I don’t know, a girl who went to Switzerland, she comes on with a lot of terms like “tumbling” and “main man type.”
Al Brennan: You want her to yodel?
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(About a Doberman Pinscher)
John Stabila: He won’t hurt you, Mr. Rockford – as long as you don’t move suddenly.
Jim: You’re looking at a rock.
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John Stabila: You’re Jim Rockford, private investigator, with a prison record. It wouldn’t be hard to convince the police that I caught you breaking into my house, and had to kill you.
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Jim: (examining a photo) You see? See, the focus is different. Linda’s face is a lot sharper. I think it’s a composite.
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Jim: You stop batting your eyes like that – you’re gonna get a muscle spasm.
Marcy Brownell: Hired me?
Jim: Well, the doorman tells me that men hire you all the time. I’m assuming that this acting job is a whole career move for you.
Marcy Brownell: Where the hell do you come off, talking to me like that?!?
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Alvin Thomas: Are you a connoisseur of art?
Jim: I had a painted turtle when I was a kid.
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Dennis Becker: Ben, I’m not asking you to check a minefield with your toes.
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Lt. Hayes: Nejman’s scared. Swears he hasn’t got the vase. I’m having some of your people search his place anyway.
Dennis Becker: Do you mind checking with me before you order my people around?
Lt. Hayes: Time is crucial. I want them to search these grounds, too.
Dennis Becker: Anything else we could do for you? How about a sedan chair?
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Jim: Dennis, if you let him skip...
Dennis Becker: I got enough explaining to do. When I want to walk the plank, I’ll walk it on my own time.
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Jim: Brennan?
Hulette: Yeah.
Jim: When did you see him?
Hulette: ‘Bout an hour before you got here.
Jim: Well, he’s not my partner and you can’t trust him. What kind of deal did you make with him?
Hulette: Same one I’m gonna make with you – permission to go ashore!
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Dennis Becker: Oh, come on! Stop a train with three hundred people on it?!?
Jim: You’re a cop, Dennis! You can stop the whole Ventura Freeway at rush hour if you want to! I’ve seen it happen!
Dennis Becker: It’s a big move, Jim, and I’m gonna pass on that. Down here at the station you have a great big credibility crisis going on! I’m already on the griddle for calling that Code 3 on the boat!
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Rocky: The next stop is Thousand Oaks, 4:10.
Jim: We can’t make that. What’s the next one?
Rocky: That’d be Oxnard, 4:50.
Jim: That’s possible.
Rocky: Not alive, it ain’t!
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Al Brennan: There were reasons, Jimmy.
Jim: Yeah, I know. Three million of them.
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Jim: I’m looking forward to doing to you what you did to me. I figure Allied Insurance is going to pay me about three hundred thousand, and you’re going to get a pogo stick.
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John Stabila: The man trespassed onto my property. Entered my workshop. It was an accident.
Jim: I think I would take a creative writing class before I gave my statement to the police.
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Jim: Al, be a good old soldier. Don’t die. Just... fade away.
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