Jim Rockford: That's another thing my daddy always said: smart folks always eat off the same plate, but those greedy ones always spill their dinner.
Richard Lessing: I'm beginning to tire of your daddy.
Jim Rockford: This is Jim Rockford. At the tone leave your name and message, I'll get back to you.
Computer Recording: Hi There! If you're interested in selling your product by a computerized telephone sale, stay on the line and one of our representatives will speak to you.
Susan Kenniston: [Beth, Susan, Lessing, and Harcourt are arguing over whether to continue the underwater project] I don't, because I think I know what's causing this obstructionism: the idea of *me* bringing you business, the idea that *I* have something of my own to bring. As that old saying goes,"It's not enough that I succeed; all of my old friends must fail."
Beth Davenport: I resent that very much, Susan.
Sumner Harcourt: Ladies, ladies, let's not have a cat fight.
Beth Davenport: [Outraged] A cat fight!
Sumner Harcourt: Oh, she's going to get semantic.
Jim Rockford: [Rockford, as Jimmy Joe Meeker, has barged into Lessing's office] It's funny sometimes how people get invited to a picnic and never eat no chicken.
Richard Lessing: I've never been to a picnic. Now, there's a door over there and I suggest you go through it before Virgil here helps you off with your hat.
Jim Rockford: Ah, now I understand that kind of talk, I do. My daddy used to say,"When you look a man right in the eye it's hard to get your hand on his wallet."
Richard Lessing: How insightful. Virgil, throw this sodbuster out.
Beth Davenport: That car is the closest thing you have to a mistress.
Beth Davenport: I don't want to raid Harcourt and Lowe's client list when I leave, but I am worried about clients; where are they going to come from?
Jim Rockford: Oh hey, they'll come, they'll come, and, you know, you've always got me!
Beth Davenport: Thanks Jim. I was talking about paying clients though...
Angel Martin: [Angle approaches Susan when Jim leaves the table] I don't want to seem like I'm being unfriendly to Jimmy, you know, but I looked over here and saw you, admired you, and thought what's Jimmy doing with a nice looking lady, and I thought why is he so dressed up like a West Texas sunrise.
Susan Kenniston: He's from Oklahoma, he's in the oil business. He buys and sells it.
Angel Martin: [Whispering] He buys oil at the gas station just like everybody else.
Susan Kenniston: Why don't you come to the point.
Angel Martin: Thank you.
[He sits down]
Angel Martin: This becomes the difficult part, you see, my momma is sick. One of the only pleasures I have in life is momma... momma... she needs an operation.
Susan Kenniston: How much?
Angel Martin: Fifty.
Susan Kenniston: Cheap operation.
Angel Martin: Uh-huh.
[She hands him the money]
Susan Kenniston: Who is he?
Angel Martin: Jim Rockford.
Susan Kenniston: What's his game?
Angel Martin: Well, I said to the doctor, how does a plumber's assistant, that what I do when the union isn't on strike, how does a plumber's assistant afford all of the the doctor bills, the rehabilitation you know, or the seeing eye dog...
[He pauses while she pulls more money out of her purse]
Angel Martin: the oxygen tent... plastic surgery maybe...