Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Where are you calling from? - A phone booth.

Listen to that squeak. It cuts through my brain.

...so stop your moaning and groaning.

- I wanna talk to Starsky. - It's me, dummy.

- I think this car of yours is a jinx. - You wanna put that back?

Why didn't you leave us alone?

- I got something of interest for you. - What is it?

- Stryker's bailed them out by now. - Stryker.

And you two claim to be detectives.

Well, maybe we will.

- What do you want? - Stryker.

Corman, you are out of your mind.

You know what can happen if I'm just seen talking to you two guys.

Come here, you good doggy. You lifesaver, you.

We can't make our 5:00 with Crandell. We'll put an APB out on him.

You boys are hard negotiators.

...and we sit on it until it's safe.

- Yeah? - This is Rodgers.

- You figure I did that? - Yeah, we do, Phil.

It can't be them. Crandell's the only one that knew a bust was going down.

And then tipped them to the shipment they busted.

That little black fink?

There's that dog.