Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Your.38? - My.38.
Wait a minute. Who is "they"?
...who might try to kill us has a direct pipeline to the department?
Besides, it's on every night this week.
Look, prissy, you told us to contact you through Fat Rolly...
Lots of cops say things like that.
The drunk you just busted, the bondsman is processing him out now.
- Keep it. - Thank you. Thank you.
...they've been patrolling for the past three years?
Not to mention screwing up a great car like that.
And I get that feeling about Fat Rolly. He did something.
Couldn't tell, honey. You ain't wearing a badge.
I'm afraid we have to put you under arrest.
Who else?
- Well, Miss Knebel... - Ms.
Take it easy, Lijah.
Huggy, we thought maybe you could tell us.
You're not the only ones with a job to do.
Pay dirt.
Would you tell him that Starsky and Hutch wanna see him tomorrow night?
Looks like there's only a couple more stories.
And we know that you don't like us, but, gang, that's the way it is.
Mr. Tallman, does it pay enough to make you want to kill us?
Is this the Tallman residence?
- Miss Forsythe. - Good morning.
- I don't think he's being honest with us. - No. Really?
Use him as a block.
Yes, sir. Patricia Talbot, age 19, female, Caucasian.
Says I was supposed to have been wasted last night.
And I'll be damned if I know what it is, but I saw it.
Yes, sir. Yeah. They're all ready.
...but listen to this. - I do.
And I'll be on the switchboard, but you gotta dial eight first.
- Flares? - Six flares.
- Tear gas grenades? - Grenades. One, two, three, four.
...but he ain't on the take.
Well, that's a familiar face.
And Lieutenant Steele, always a laugh talking to you.
Where? Oh, yeah.
...and she was two months pregnant.
Wait a second.
- How's it going with you guys? - Fine, Rolly, fine.
Thank you.
I'm starting to feel like salt in the sugar bowl.
...and those that are just saying the words.
Yeah. Well, I forgot the number.
Yeah, yeah. Pucker. Pucker.