Answering Machine Message: This is Esther, your father’s friend. So you help me move, that’s it? You couldn’t call, see if maybe I don’t like the new place, see if maybe there’s some painting to be done?!?
Jim: Dad, it’s a personal problem and it’s confidential, just like all my cases.
Rocky: Confidential? What’s confidential with a father and son? Crooks got personal problems, and I don’t like you running around with people that are always sneakin’ and skulkin’. Five will get you ten this girl is a troublemaker!
Dennis: If we had waited just a little bit for the gas to come – smoked him out, had him too sick maybe to draw down on anybody. Maybe he wouldn’t be hooked up to the tubes like he is down at County Hospital.
Jim: Listen, I really don’t want to push you, pal, but when do you think you’ll get around to looking up that plate for me?
Dennis Becker: You may find this hard to believe but I’ve had other things to do besides trying to bail you out on your skip trace!
Jim: Okay, Dennis, I’m sorry!
Lianne Sweeny: You know, Den’s been busting his buns to make lieutenant. And he will, too. But if he gets caught doing you freebies, using department facilities, it’s going to be like a giant black eye for the guy.
Jim: Hey, I do favors for him, too. We happen to be friends.
Michael Kelly: What have you come up with? I got to say, I’ll getting pretty frantic about Patsy.
(Jim looks at Michael, sitting casually in a sweatsuit, and sneers.)
Michael Kelly: Oh, don’t let this fool you. That’s how I was brought up. We Kellys put on a show of bravery at all costs.
Jim: We Rockfords take people who con us and feed ‘em their tennis shoes. When you hired me, you neglected to tell me about the two cloves of garlic who are also looking for patsy.
Jim: Brothers don’t call their sisters, ‘the broad.’
Michael Kelly: I’m perfectly serious, Mr. Rockford – if you don’t find Patsy by noon Friday, I’m going to have to kill you.
Lt. Doug Chapman: You ever hear of a guy named Michael Kelly?
Dennis Becker: Michael Kelly... no, sir.
Lt. Doug Chapman: Neither had I. He’s a New York attorney. NYPD intelligence informed our intelligence that he was flying out here, and sure enough, he shows up.
Dennis: I know you don’t like him, but Jim does have a code, and for me to pump him about that...
Lt. Doug Chapman: Becker! Sooner or later you’re going to have to make a decision about your life – are you going to be a friend of Rockford’s, or are you going to be a member of this department?!
Dennis: I’m just making an observation, that’s all.
Jim: You sure, Dennis? You’re just about to freshen your drink with a charcoal briquette instead of ice. C’mon, Dennis, you got something on your mind, spit it out, huh? You’re wining me, you’re dining me, you’re as nervous as a third place runner up in a Miss America contest. What’s wrong?
Peggy Becker: (polite on top, chilly beneath it) I didn’t know you went to the bar the other night.
Dennis Becker: Yeah, I had to unwind. I was tensed up like a spring.
Peggy Becker: Oh, really? Uh, just what is a buff?
Dennis Becker: A buff? Well, it’s a citizen who is fascinated by police work, like, you know, people are into CB radios and Broadway shows. These people, or buffs as we call them, they like to spend time around the stationhouse, get to know the fellows, sort of... hang out.
Peggy Becker: Dennis, that’s not a buff, that’s a groupie!
Peggy Becker: I’m just a little curious about why you had to unwind with her. Dennis we have a den in there for you to unwind in. We have nice liquor to help you unwind, and I am here for you to unwind with!
Dennis Becker: I tried, Lieutenant, I really tried. But I think Jim was onto my game. You know, he’s no bozo.
Lt. Doug Chapman: That’s only your opinion.
Syl: They found a friend of Patsy Fossler’s. They whacked her around and the broad told them that she’s hid out in some kind of ranch or something.
Patsy Fossler: Michael sent you, didn’t he?
Jim: Well, he talked me into coming. Yeah, he told me he’d blow my head off if I didn’t.
Jim: Patsy, who are those two guys.
Patsy Fossler: Well, I don’t know the driver of the car, but the other man I’ve seen before. His name is ‘Anthony Boy.’ I don’t know is last name.
Jim: What’s his connection with you?
Patsy Fossler: Well, nothing, really. He delivered some legal papers to Michael once, back at the apartment in New York. He works for Joseph Minnet.
Jim: Of.. the Minnet family? The boss of bosses?!?
Patsy Fossler: Yeah. Michael is Mr. Minnet’s attorney. Didn’t you know that?
Jim: (sarcastically) Oh, yeah, those Minnets. They’re a bunch of cut-ups. That acid blinding of a reporter last year – that had me on the floor.
Jim: What was Michael working on when you left him?
Patsy Fossler: Minnet’s jury tampering trial. He was acquitted. Michael told me two of the prosecution witnesses met with fatal accidents.
Jim: Minnet must have had your bedroom bugged.
Patsy Fossler: Bugged? Why do you say that?
Jim: That’s the only way it figures. Michael pulled a real gaff by telling you family business. Now that you’ve left Michael, Minnet can’t have you running around the world loose knowing what you know.