Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- See that game last night? - Oh, yeah.
- How's the cold, Inspector? Feelin' any better? - Ohh. Feelin' better?
And that, my friends, is how they did it.
- He really pulls 'em out, doesn't he? - Yeah.
These men promptly escaped from a maximum-security stockade to the Los Angeles underground.
My, my. It looks like the problems of all time are weighin' you down.
We're not killers. What do you expect us to do, Maloney?
What about this threat they made? They said we had until today to turn ourselves in.
They probably laid all their eggs in there, need a little more room, little buggers.
- A little extra dough. - I got it. I just wanna have a good time.
- Looks like they found 'em. - Great. That means we've lost the edge.
That old snake could get led into an inferno by a nice set of legs.
You got me bumpin' off the walls no matter what way I spin.
- Mick, give me a beer, will ya, please? - Ed.
Wouldn't want Louie to think we didn't show up.
- Did you know that? - No.
and from where I'm standing, that should look mighty cushy.
- That's not so easy. - You can get 'em!
- Look. I wish I had the words to... - Book 'em, Danno... Murder One.
And Stark hangs out with some chick named Bonnie Webb.
That's right. That's all I got. There's a bankbook in there that'll show you that that's the truth...
- And what about your family? - I'll do what I have to.
That's a real rough neighbourhood by the university downtown. You wouldn't want anything to happen...
- I don't deserve it. You caught them. - Only if...
- Gonna work, B.A.? - My part of the plan always works.
- Who do you think they were? - Cops maybe.
They are? Bueno. Bueno. Let them come.
- Thanks, Nancy. - Mm-hmm.