Jim Rockford: Hey, I'm sorry Dad, you just caught me at a bad time. Reading that detective fiction doesn't help. I mean things aren't like that you know? They're not black and white. They're aren't any heroes left, they die young. (pointing to a book cover) His gun is deadly? Mine's in a cookie jar.
Beth Davenport: And Jim, try to be nice.
Jim Rockford: Are you kidding? You don't mouth off to anything that big. He looks like 190 pounds of gristle.
Electric Larry: Harry, the soda machine at the bar is busted again.
Harry Smick: It was fixed last week.
Electric Larry: Tell that to the customer drinking scotch and air.
Dennis Becker: Stand over there, please. This is official department memoranda, open only to department personnel.
Jim Rockford: Oh, boy! You talk about the Nazis around you, and it rubs off.
Marcus Hayes: You have a hair-trigger, Mr.Finch.
Gandolph Finch: That's right, mouth... and you're sitting on the edge of a big disaster.
Marcus Hayes: I like him Jimmy. He's got pluck.
Lance White: I hate it when anybody dies. Even someone like Blackwood. I'm sure he wasn't a bad guy at heart probably.
Jim Rockford: Oh yeah, you throw out the cocaine busts and what, a little pushing around the high schools and what have you got left? Just a sweet guy with a problem.
Jim Rockford: Freeze, turkey.
