The Rockford Files1974

Evelyn 'Angel' Martin:
[Rockford's Firebird pulls up in front of a dilapidated bungalow somewhere outside of L.A. He and Angel climb out, Angel talking with enthusiasm] Huh? What do you say? Is this what you asked for? Huh? [He laughs excitedly]

Jim Rockford:
Yeah, perfect... I couldn't have done better myself. How much?

Evelyn 'Angel' Martin:
Look at that. You said no neighbors, right? Well, right over here is an empty lot and right on this side is an empty house, huh?

Jim Rockford:
All right, Angel, how much?

Evelyn 'Angel' Martin:
Listen, I got all the papers here, and all signed legal... binding...

Jim Rockford:
[sounding testy] Angel...

Evelyn 'Angel' Martin:
Well, you know, Willie wasn't in love with the idea of renting it in the first place. Well, I mean a man's home is, uh... you know. But it's cause, you were friends at Quentin... he said to say hi.

Jim Rockford:
[Impatiently] Hi... how much?

Evelyn 'Angel' Martin:
[Uneasily] Ah... A hundred a day...

Jim Rockford:
Angel! A hundred dollars a day for that chicken shed!

Evelyn 'Angel' Martin:
[Defensively] You said it was perfect! The key is under the mat!

Jim Rockford:
[sighing he reaches inside his jacket for his wallet] All right, Angel... If I had the time I'd go rent one on my own, but I don't have the time. If I did I would, but you got yourself a deal, huh. [He hands a couple of fifties to his friend] Now I'm going to remember it... And when this whole thing is over I'm going to have a little talk with Willie. See how much of that hundred sticks to your greedy little fingers, and then he's going to remember it. [He climbs into his car]

Evelyn 'Angel' Martin:
[Nervously] Jimmy, you don't have to talk to Willie... [Rockford starts the car] Jimmy! [Rockford puts his foot to the accelerator] Jimmy! Hey Jimmy! I don't have a car! [He watches as Rockford drives off leaving him abandoned on the curb miles from L.A]