Tag: Rockford Files

“Hey Jimmy, this here’s Dennis Garot. Remember me? From the Army. I’m stuck here in town. How about I come over and bunk with you, buddy?”

“It’s Doc Jones. What did you do to the hand, son? Three fractured knuckles! You hit somebody?”

“I staked out that guy only it didn’t work out like you said. Please call me. Room 234. County Hospital.”

“This is the message phone company. I see you’re using our unit, now how about paying for it?”

“This is the blood bank. If you don’t have malaria, hepatitis, or TB, we’d like to have a pint of your blood.”

“It’s Aundra. Remember last summer at Pat’s? I’ve got a twelve hour layover before I go to Chicago. How about it?”

“Really want Shim in the seventh? C’mon, that nag couldn’t go a mile in the back of a pickup truck. Call me.”

“It’s Laurie at the trailer park. A space opened up. Do you want me to save it or are the cops going to let you stay where you are?”

“It’s Maury. Got a call from Davis at the IRS. You were right. They bounced your return. Call me.”

“Hey Rockford, very funny. I ain’t laughing. You’re gonna get yours.”