Tag: Rockford Files

“This is Marilyn Reed, I want to talk to you…is this a machine? I don’t talk to machines.”

“This is Thelma Sue Bigsley. It’s about the research I called you about, family tree. Did you talk to your daddy? We may be kin.”

“This is Shirley from the bank. The answers are: no, no, and yes. No, we won’t loan you money. No, we won’t accept any co-signers; and yes, your account’s overdrawn. I get off at four-thirty.”

“Hey, Jim, it’s me. Susan Ellis from the laundromat. You said you were going to call and it’s been two weeks. What’s wrong, you lose my number?”

“This is Mrs. Lindis. Three time this month I come to clean and it always look like people been fighting in there. Furniture broke, things tipped over. I’m sorry, but I quit.”

“Mr. Rockford? This is the Thomas Crown School of Dance and Contemporary Etiquette. We aren’t going to call again. Now, you want these free lessons, or what?”

“Jim, it’s Jack. I’m at the airport. I’m going to Tokyo and I want to pay you the $500 I owe you. Catch you next year when I get back.”

“Rockford, this is Mr. Dow. If you think I’m going to pay to have your car repainted, you’re nuts. You can take your expense bill and stuff it.”

“Mr. Rockford? You don’t know me, but I’d like to hire you. Could you call me at…my name is, uh, never mind. Forget it.”

“This is Mrs. Moseley at the library. We billed you for your overdue book Karate Made Easy. We abuse our library, we don’t get our card renewed.”