Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, well, someone stole her 1952 green and black Kaiser-Frazer...
Hey, both of you, get out of here.
- He's in the shower. - In the shower.
- John? - Yeah.
Fifi, I'm gonna bust you in the mouth if you don't shut up!
Starsky?
Well, it isn't. Unless somebody moved it in the last five minutes.
After you've testified tomorrow, that will all be over.
But not tonight.
I need that address, and I need it now.
...you don't boggle the mind with endings and such.
- Run! - Shut up!
Speaking of rogas.
Miss Crabtree?
...I guess everybody back here thought I was dead.
Where is he?
If the city and state departments got along with the Feds, and vice versa...
I've never seen this man before in my life.
Hutch, that's her.
Yeah, right. Well, I get 10 percent of the finder's fee.
Why's that, John?
So now you're an undercover narcotics agent?
No, no, it's yours, Hutch.
You're lucky the Feds didn't go to the commissioner...
All right.
Right, and now all of a sudden, the Feds...
Oh, sounds like the guy who sold my mother her Studebaker.
I don't kill anybody that I don't get paid to kill.
- Let me give you a hand. - Oh, thank you.
...and she's convinced that it was a ring of professional car thieves.
Just a minute.
Come on. Snap out of it.
... to kill Harvey Russo and Karpel.
- I thought I was pretty convincing. - Oh, come on, sweetie.
Come here.