Jimmy! Open up! [Bangs on door]
Jim
[Frustrated] Angel, if you're up here about Buster Hutchins and his roadway church...
No, no,no. It's bad, Jimmy, it's bad. It's like a nightmare. I've been through living hell. I was at your trailer, y'know, these two guys...
Jim
No, I don't know! Why were you in my trailer?
I was returning your movie camera, y'know Rocky gave me the key and I was cleaning the lens off when these two guys walk in - Jimmy, one of them looked like a cross between George Hamilton and Dracula. I told him: Buddy, take it out in the street...
Jim
You told them where I was, didn't you, Angel!
Yea, but I tried to hang tough Jimmy, but they worked me over for a couple of hours, they even shocked me with a 110-volt line!
Jim
Yea right! How long did you hold out? Did you make 15 seconds?
Jim
Angel, the only reason you came up here is because you know that if I somehow make it out of here alive, I would come after you with a sickle!
That's the thanks I get for my loyalty? After risking my neck? After driving through the worst terrain in southern California, with a severe head wound, and a gas station attendant that hardly knew where the cabin was?
Jim
[grabs Angel by the collar] Angel, you're driving me crazy, you understand? I'm going crazy and I can't take it anymore!
Jim
Years and years and years! I'm going out of my mind! Your stu-pid, ri-diculous lies and ideas and games year after year!
[croaks] ... give me my windpipe...
Jim
[lets go, looks at his hands; they're shaking] Look at me! Look at me! Look at me! [collapses against fence in hopelessness]
Jim
Just don't say anything! Just don't-say-anything!
Jim
What?
[Jim raises his head and looks at him in disbelief]
Jim
[Jim and Angel are trying to figure out why all these people are after them, killed Kramer, and didn't take Rocky's Bronkbuster jeans] Or, no, maybe... maybe it's because they already knew everything about them.
Jim
Ah.
Jim
[Takes a bite of his taco] Mmm-hmm...
[Jim chews, smiles, and winks at Angel]
[rummaging around in the stuff in the back of the truck that's going to the Goodwill] If you don't help that boy's daddy, I'm gonna be mad at you!
Jim
Yeah, well life's full of bitter disappointments, Dad! I have a question for you. What are you doing poking around in there again?
Well, I gotta question for you too! Where did this toaster come from?
Jim
[becomes sheepish] That toaster...? Oh... that's the one you gave me for Christmas...
[indignant] Yeah! Thirty-four dollars and seventy-five cents!
[miffed he marches back to the trailer with the toaster]
Jim
[defensively] Well it got in by mistake! How was... well, I can't... those things happen!
SHSorel Henderson
[Jim, Rocky, and Sorel are walking on the pier. Rocky is still upset that he was told that he is too old to be an organ donor] Now that I'm out of a job, maybe I'll get into something really challenging.
Jim
Yeah? Like what?
SHSorel Henderson
I always wanted to be an "astro-nom-omer".
Jim
Naw, that's pronounced "a-stron-o-mer".
SHSorel Henderson
Oh, well. Same job, no matter what. Looking at stars and wondering if there are other types of life out there.
I got me a liver as good as any in the country!
Jim
Sorel wants to be an astronomer, Dad. Isn't that great?
I'd like to see that Dr. Bosco, whatever his name, I'd like to see his kidneys! I bet they ain't any better than mine! Some things improve with age!
SHSorel Henderson
I wonder if there's life out on those stars like Mars.
Jim
Mars is a planet, not a star.
My heart! My heart's been beating once a second for almost 70 years! You can't knock that!
SHSorel Henderson
[She points to flying sea gulls] Oh! Pelicans! Look, pelicans!
Jim
[Jim and Rocky look at each other bemusedly] Look, Dad! Pelicans!
Jim
[in the Paradise Cove men's room] You know what they used to call your uncle back then? Old 'come with the cash' Calloway.
CCCliff Calloway
[Chewing gum and trying a 'tough-guy' posture] Hey. I ain't afraid of you mister.
Jim
Now, what has that got to do with anything?
CCCliff Calloway
You go messin' our deal, here, I might have to [dramatic pause] grind up your sombrero.
Jim
[to C.C] He's a little short on smarts, isn't he?
[trying to sound menacing] Hey, buckaroo, I don't let nobody outta my sight. This is the big one! This is the big score! I don't sleep. I sit on my blanket with my gun on my lap and I keep an eye on you all night long...
Jim
[unimpressed, he looks at Althea Morgan] Yeah, Treasure of the Sierra Madre. Humphrey Bogart, Walter Huston, Tim Holt; terrific ending. Almost everybody ate a bullet!
Jim
You said you wanted to see me, Dennis?
[Angel waves at Rockford]
Jim
Did you call me in because of him? I'm in the middle of a murder investigation.
And I'm right in the middle of my night off. Your friend Mr. Martin here thought you might be able to shed some light on how he happens to be housing eight Shetland ponies in a residential garage.
Jimmy, they got everybody including the Humane Society on my case. It's a three-car garage, there's plenty of room, I even left a light on.
Jim
I don't have time for this, Angel. Kendall was almost killed tonight, Princess Rachevsky is on her way down here to the station.
You haven't got time for this? It's because of your princess and you I got into this mess.
Jim
No, no, Angel, you got yourself into it. You always do.
That's it? That's your statement on my behalf?
Jim
That's it.
[Turns around and leaves]
Look, look, Dennis... uh, Lieutenant...
This is Robbery/Homicide. Let's move it down to Bunco.
Bunco? Why, because I'm unfamiliar with your zoning laws?
Because besides finding the eight ponies, we found a forged British passport and a letter of recommendation from Queen Elizabeth! Let's go, Duke!
WCWhitney Cox
You see, it's my thesis that the macho man of action cowboy-as-sex symbol is not only over but history. When you take Mick Jagger, Rod Stewart, even John Travolta, they've all proven that. It's my feeling that Tim Richie is the most sensual man of his time; the sexual bellwether and prototype of everything you're going to see as we leave the '70s behind us.
Jim
Yeah, really, yeah, yeah. My dad and I were gabbing about that just the other night.
Jim
[concerned, goes to the side of young man who has been shot in the foot during a struggle] Hey, Randy?
RSRandy Smith
My shoe, man, what's wrong with it?
Jim
[gets up and walks away in disgust] Downers...!