Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I must be fadin' in and out again. - If you have a plan, Hannibal, perhaps you'd care to share it with us.

or I'm going to have some awkward explaining to do.

We're the police. We protect and we serve.

How many more of these we gonna go for? I mean, I don't know about the rest of you guys...

Everything I'd like, you got.

How long you wanna play this game? How long you gonna hide behind this receiver, mister?

We're gonna make this hit, and of course, as you know, until we all back out, we're all in.

- Hopefully this thing can be contained. - My dog, Billy, Doc. Tell me he's gonna make it.

I waited and I waited, and all I got was a cold. I thought maybe you didn't want this job.

If you think you can pick these three locks in 10 minutes, then, uh...

But it was a big one.

- You expecting somebody? - No. Not really.

to all those nice, innocent people out there...

- Oh, Hip Bagel. Yeah, they're open by 9.00. - just a minute here. Uh...

I'm Captain Roy McEvedy. Lieutenant Harv Esterhaus and Sergeant Smith.

Well, that means they're still there. That means you can get 'em.

Why do they do it?

I think you know what I want: something tasteful.

- Come on. - Hey, what are you doin'?

and to go around a system you respect, Stark and his men would have never been caught.

- You got the kit out? - Yeah.

How can they be buggin' us in here? This is a coffee shop.

Four mini mikes: $1,500. Four hot lights: $200.

As long as we stay within a mile radius, the reception'll be great.

Sorry to work things like this, Inspector, but I'm sure you understand.

They're pros, Captain, and they nailed us dead bang.