Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Here's your dime. - Thanks.
...because, as we all know, I am guilty.
She said that, huh?
He's on his way to three.
Nice to have met you, Mr. Henderson.
- I'll take you to dinner. - Can't afford it.
Okay, let's get out of here.
You'd think he was being booked for the first time. Screamed like a pig.
Hey, remind me to thank Dobey for keeping us on the streets.
Who else?
...or Dobey and Henderson or Dobey and Steele...
A Mr. Zane Cannell called about half an hour ago.
Police! Freeze!
May I ask why you're changing cars?
So help us stay alive, so you don't get framed.
Oh, jeez.
Bingo.
That's terrific.
Hello.
You know, my mother always used to tell me to wear clean underwear...
Gretchen, do they ever have guest instructors at the university?
He ain't the only one.
Hold it! Come on out of there.
There's our boy.
All right, folks. All right.
...they tried to kill us.
He could have forgotten. He was under a lot of pressure.
- On probation at request of... - Henderson.
...when you didn't complete the call?
We've gotta nail him with it.
Coley, Coley, Coley, Coley.
These young people today are really...
- Is he carrying anything? - No. Not that I can tell.
Now, don't you see? That's an extension inside the building.
You know, there's something you ought to know about Starsky and me.
You see?
Neither is running a gym. Hey, Hutch?
The telephone's over there if you wanna call headquarters.
- Your Beretta? - My Beretta.
I think that makes us her friends too.
Look, I'm Starsky... He's Hutch
What's with this date thing?
...about Dobey or Henderson or Steele...
He's a pretty bad cat, man.
Oh, miss? Miss?
Yeah. A lot of cops also say, "Oh, what a beautiful morning"...
That's right. That's right.
Thank you very much, Mr. Tallman, but we've got appointments.
Hey, Hutch.
All right, that's far enough.
- Get over here! - Come on, huh?
Hey, how about that? A great big city like this...
We called it in to headquarters. That's how they know.
I thought we had an understanding, Coley. You disappointed me.
- And Poindexter... - All right, knock it off.
Don't tell me.