Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, I got it. I got it, I got it. The cats are named Starsky and Hutch.
Oh. The thought had crossed our mind.
I told you to get out of here and see if you can find him, didn't I?
Holmes and Watson, isn't it?
Your mother? I don't know.
According to the priest I talked to, he's 71 today.
You get back to the print shop, okay?
Best-Bar.
Glitter Club. Bessinger.
Any brainstorms?
...the police.
They can tell he was using...
Listen. You don't have a chance, so you might as well kick it in now.
Those cats... Yeah?
Larry...
Zebra Three, Zebra Three, come in, please.
They're both ex-cons.
...and choose whatever your blond heart desires.
Couple of things, Father. First, Herman Bessinger.
...and this guy's one of my graduates. What's he charged with?
A glass of water.
Why would Larry run?
"Come and get us."
I'll give you an egg roll.
Watch it.
Yeah, well, not for another 29 hours, Starsk.
...and we got a call to go to Papa Giavonna's candy store.
Come on!
Hold it!