- Jim Rockford: This is Jim Rockford. At the tone leave your name and message, I'll get back to you.
- John Cooper: [beeep] Jim, Coop. I'm at that address you wrote down for that poker game tonight. This is a gas station, it's closed, there's no one around and now my car is stalled! You gotta call me at four six six
- [click!]
- John Cooper: ...
- Masters: [examining Rockford's business card] Private detective - now there's a really creepy occupation.
- Jim Rockford: Well, we can't all be fortunate enough to sell old French paratrooper pants to fashion-conscious Middle America.
- Masters: Don't knock what sells, buddy.
- Jim Rockford: Is there a chance that Berucci's in trouble with loan sharks?
- Masters: Loan sharks? - don't be ridiculous.
- Jim Rockford: Well, I know they're very active in the garment center - there are a lot of high-risk businesses. You know, they have very direct ways of protecting investments.
- Masters: We're talking about haute couture, not some sleazy ready-to-wear manufacturer.
- Jim Rockford: Well, there's an expression - no matter how you cut it, it's still the rag business.
- Jim Rockford: [as Alta sets soup and crackers before him] What's that?
- Margaret 'Alta' Hatch: Dinner - I'll get mine.
- Jim Rockford: Oh, well, that'll be a real energy boost - I'll just wolf this right down and go out and stop a freight train.
- Margaret 'Alta' Hatch: That, my dear sir, is a fashion model's feast. Go easy on the wheat thins.
- Jim Rockford: That's gastronomically impossible.
- Margaret 'Alta' Hatch: Well, a real fashion model would have had saltless crackers - but what the hell - let's splurge.