The Rockford Files1974

FBI Agent Gary Bettingen:
[helping Angie Perris, Rockford approaches the bar table of the man who has been following her] Gee, what are you supposed to be?

Jim Rockford:
[smiling] Well, I'm the messenger who's been sent back here to ask very politely what you're doing following that young lady around?

FBI Agent Gary Bettingen:
Un huh. Well you're the guy whose going to be checking into county general in about twenty minutes with a busted jaw and a couple of cracked ribs.

Jim Rockford:
[still smiling, but looking unsure] No kidding. You're going to do that all by yourself?

FBI Agent Gary Bettingen:
Yeah, that's right Groucho. All by myself.

Jim Rockford:
Look, I'm trying to be nice. Why do we have to speak to each other in such violent terms, huh? [Rockford suddenly drives his heel into the other man's foot, then taking him by the head, slams his face down on to the table] I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I guess I should have said one, two, three go, huh?

FBI Agent Gary Bettingen:
[the man reaches inside his jacket, Rockford grabbing his arm, and he slowly pulls out his ID] How'd you like to be booked for assaulting a federal officer?

Jim Rockford:
[the ID says Gary Bettingen, FBI. Rockford smiles sheepishly] Ohhh, look I think I know how we could fix this right now. Why don't I just go and pay my bar bill right now and then fade right out of the picture, huh? You want to say anything to Miss Perris, you just go right ahead.

FBI Agent Gary Bettingen:
Why don't you do that.

Jim Rockford:
[Rockford stands up, still smiling] I will and hey [he offers his hand] if you ever have the chance why don't you just drop around and we'll have a drink. I'd like to make it up to you... [the agent looks uncertain about accepting a handshake] No, no, I'm serious! I'm serious! That was a sucker punch. Hey, you'd been ready, you'd probably knocked me silly!

Barman:
[the man takes his hand and is clobbered by Rockford's left fist, knocking him and his chair on to the floor] Hey! What's going on here?

Jim Rockford:
Here. [Rockford throws money on to the bar and taking Angie, quickly leaves the bar room. A few minutes later in his car he explains why he hit the man] Well I said he had a federal ID. I didn't say he was a fed. He wasn't.

Angela Perris:
How do you know?

Jim Rockford:
Ah, because the picture on his ID was taken against a blue field like your driver's license. Feds have theirs taken against a yellow field. What he did was cut the picture out of his driver's license and paste it into a federal ID, and then encase it in plastic. Nice job, but it was a phony.

Angela Perris:
How can you be so sure?

Jim Rockford:
Oh, because that's what I did. [he shows her his fake FBI ID]