Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't turn it off. How will we know who won?
Yeah, maybe some wine.
It was stolen from the parking lot at the Quality Coffee Shop.
- Did you gentlemen want to see us? - Yes.
...about some bad news that blew in from Denver last week.
Get him the hell out of here!
We've got plenty of time...
Plates.
To aid in his survey, we have arranged for the proprietor...
We're gonna have to take you folks in.
- Report in every 10 minutes. - Come in, Captain Dobey. I've lost you.
Excuse me.
Henny! Our car!
Detectives Starsky and Hutchinson have identified the car thieves.
You, stay!
Then I heard a crash of bottles.
- I mean, I'm not trying to... - Just don't go away, Ted.
Hey, listen. What we want to know is worth about 50 bucks to us.
No, Huey, they look like the fuzz to me.
It's private back there, man.
You win, we double the 50, and you don't have to tell us nothing.
Never.
...that is not white anymore?
Detectives Starsky and Hutchinson have identified them.
- Gregg, would you turn that thing off? - What?
Hey, ain't you supposed to come in through the alley?
What do you mean, shut up?
...you tell him you got two high rollers out here. Now, what's the word?
- You ready now? - You sure?
...if you give me your word that you won't try to escape...
We don't want anyone to get hurt because of us.
You like that noise so much, you stay.
Don't forget the chilli.
- Hey, Hutch? - What?
Ed, we got no future if those two find out we gave out information.
We got a choice.
We got a black guy called Gregg something and his pal, Wilbur Sloan.
- Don't suppose you got the license? - He sure did.
You had them cold, but you blew it.
What kind of food do they serve in the slammer, Detective Starsky?