The Rockford Files1974

Jim Rockford:
O.K., what's the problem? It's a simple phone call, I'd do it myself but he'd recognize my voice.

Angel:
What's the real deal here? Who are the big fish about to be fried?

Jim Rockford:
What are you babbling about?

Angel:
I just got here. But you know ole Angel, I can always smell the grand green. You can start by telling little Margaritte she can drop the blind act. I ain't gonna snitch on her.

Jim Rockford:
[Incredulously] What is the matter with you? She IS blind! She had an accident 10 years ago! Now you get...

Angel:
[laughing] Jimmy, Jimmy. I know the moves. I know how it's done, son. I did two months as Blind Lemon Martin on Market St. up in 'Frisco. Dobro guitar and harmonica rack, sad-like and miserable, you know how bad I play. But I did 1500 bucks worth of quarters in a month. [whispers intently] The sympathy factor!

Jim Rockford:
If we could see a pictorial representation of your mind it would look like a fire drill in a state asylum.

Angel:
Yea, well anyway I know she's a classy lady, got a body by Pininfarina and all that. Now I know it ain't no low grade scam like mine. So what is it? Is she fronting for some charity? She goes around to all the big corporations and you come along as the packager of the telethon? I love it. LOVVVVE IT! Let me in on it, Jimmy. I can be the research doctor, take a painless 2%.

Jim Rockford:
You'll get in for what I give you. [He shoves him through door] Get in there!