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Jim: (answering the phone) Wilson residence!
Gandolph Fitch: Sounds like Rockfish to me.
Gandolph Fitch: Yeah. Why the bum handle?
Jim: Oh, it's that time of the month. The vultures are gathering.
Gandy: If the record companies don't come through, I'm going to cut a demo. And I'll lean on a few DJs to get it played, too.
Jim: I don't think you can muscle a song onto the charts, Gandy.
Gandy: They ain't never been muscled by Gandolph Fitch!
Jim: Gandy, just turn it over to the police, huh? That's what they're there for.
Gandy: And they'll just drop everything to find out who hit a black ex-con over the head?
Dennis Becker: It's against the law to show a civilian someone's rap sheet.
Jim: Well, then, don't show me, Dennis. Just tell me what's in it.
Joe Moran: (to Theda) The speakers better be in there. Because if they ain't, I'm going down the tubes, you understand? And I ain't flushing out along, either!
Theda Best: I'm not married. Joe's my ex. He still thinks I'm his property. And maybe I am.
Shapiro: That morgue-meat husband of yours didn't believe you pawned the stereo. And I'm inclined to agree with him.
Theda: But I did. I really did.
Shapiro: Well, you'll tell us. Sooner or later, honey, you'll tell us. Lanark and Brill are going to see to that.
Jim: (as Gandy throttles a thug) Knock it off, Gandy! He can't say anything if he can't talk!
Gandolph Fitch: I'm paying you to do a job, so stop waffling and punch in!!
Jim: You can't pay me enough to handle this gig! It's a police matter now, now let them deal with it!
Gandolph Fitch: How about twenty-five percent of my ten percent of Theda's deal? I really need your help, Rockford!
Gandolph Fitch: Yeah. Rockford.
Shapiro: Even if you hit most of the casinos and it went perfect, how much could you make? Fifty, seventy-five grand, tops? I don't have people killed for that price. The big money's in the cashier's cages. And if you hit them you have to have the fluorescent dye codes and schedules.
Jim: Which you have.
Shapiro: I figure it's good for a million.
Jim: For that you can have people killed.
Jim: Your cover of respectability is looking a little thin, Mr. Shapiro. But you could be out in five years if the second chance program survives the scandal.
Shapiro: They'll never prove I killed anyone!
Jim: Oh, yeah, they are going to prove you killed Moran sooner or later.
Jim: Well, Gandy, how about that. You've just been conned by the worst in the business!