Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's two days in a row.
- Cut it out, will you? - You have no right.
- Good morning, captain. - Starsky's out again.
"Remember Grant, remember Lee, to hell with them, remember me."
Every day of my life, at some time or another, I say that to myself.
What if I need you?
I got blood.
You may not have to look at those mug books after all.
Probably.
Not one of them in a house that rents for over 100 bucks.
What are you arguing about? There's enough of me to go around.
Not this way.
You see, the Kid is here on a complete misunderstanding.
How shortsighted of them.
Mom?
I can't leave her here.
I don't know who he is. He broke in here last night.
He's a bad one.
Really.
You're coming with me, Sharman. Just come on.
Just keep trying.
What's the room number?
That's right.
- We're not looking for ducks, Starsk. - Okay.
Just like those reports you handed in about that hotel shooting.
People you knew when you were a kid get famous...
You still on a downer because of that kid?
She tells me that you don't want me to be your Big Brother anymore.
What's that?
- But if Packrat... - It ain't Packrat I'm worried about.
What happened to not helping somebody who's not worth it?
He was hurting at the time and none of the guards noticed.