The Rockford Files1974

Sid Loft:
[Dennis and Peggy are having the Loft's - Sid and Eleanor - over for dinner, trying to 'woo' them to help get a permit to build an apartment over their garage. Jim's there, and Dennis brought Rita over. The tension's palpable; Ms. Loft is upset they're eating 'late' - 8p, and Rita's just finished her 'monkey-poo' story] You know, you're crazy about animals, I'm crazy about professions. I really, really interest me. Take modeling. That is what you do, isn't it, Miss Capkovick? You are a model?

Rita Capkovic:
'Capkovic.'

Sid Loft:
'Capkovic.'

Peggy Becker:
[Nervously trying to change the direction of the conversation] I-I, I could have served earlier, but I didn't know. You know, I mean, 7 o'clock, 6:30...

Eleanor Loft:
[Not even making any eye contact with Peggy, her annoyance is apparent] Many people enjoy a late dinner.

Sid Loft:
You and Dennis here, you friends quite awhile?

Lt. Doug Chapman:
[Rita stops in mid-chew, Dennis putting broccoli on his plate, looks at Rita, then speaks - looking at his plate, and almost mumbling] Yeah, for a little while.

Sid Loft:
[the only one smiling] How'd you to happen to meet?

Jim Rockford:
Dennis, I think you forgot the wine.

Lt. Doug Chapman:
Yeah. [Crumples his napkin on the table] Be right back. Excuse me. Thank you.

Sid Loft:
Couldn't have been at the station. I mean, what would a model be doing at the police station? [Sid laughs, Rita glowers silently at Sid]

Jim Rockford:
I'm telling you, Peggy... [Sid's still laughing as Jim's speaking]... Peggy this is really great. I mean, Yorkshire pudding and everything!

Peggy Becker:
[sighs] Uh, thank you [Peggy nervously smiles at jim] .

Sid Loft:
[Sid continues his one-sided conversation, disregarding every attempt to dissuade him from continuing] Of course, I can remember a time I think it was in the 50's. Big scandal. They rounded up all these girls, took them up right off the street [Jim's glowering at Sid] , and every single one of them was carrying a hatbox [Mrs. Loft looks at her husband - still chewing, then looks at Rita, and raises her eyebrows and c*cks her head] , claiming to be a model. [Rita's staring straight at Sid, her face emotionless] Guess what they were? [Rita looks at Peggy]

Jim Rockford:
[Speaking to Peggy, while gesturing with a fork. His voice - sincere to Peggy, also has a definite note of anger - directed at Sid Loft] Do you have any idea how long it's been since I had Yorkshire pudding? [Jim's just about to put a fork-full in his mouth]

Sid Loft:
Prostitues. [Jim doesn't put the fork in his mouth, and turns away in disgust] Every last one of them, a common street walker. [Sid stops leaning forward, and satisfied with his 'story,' reclines back. Mrs. Loft looks at Sid, the. Looks at Rita] Now, I haven't thought about that in years [Rita's face - still unmoving, but, with a depressing cast slowly coming across it] Funny how it jumped into my mind when you mentioned being a model.

Peggy Becker:
[Still trying to put on her game-face, she speaks with a fake chipper tone, and starts to stand] Well, shall we have coffee in the living room?