Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah. I hauled a wreck in. Ohio plates.
- Come on. What's the password? - Take off!
They held a gun on me and said they'd kill me if I told anybody.
- I'll get it, Dad. - Well, now, you just cool it.
- Miss your lunch, captain? - Yeah.
The usual. A little robbery, a couple murders.
... and telephone the location to this station.
Teddy, you are faster than a speeding bullet.
...which means you're entitled to steal as much as any male bartender.
- Starsky. - What?
Now, Hutch and I have heard that the two of you are on probation.
I'm gonna let you take it out first.
Everybody just stay cool and nobody gets burned.
Bye-bye.
All right, get in there, darling!
Sure. Sure.
Come on. Come on.
- You got something against music? - Come on.
Hear that, Huey? These dudes are high rollers, man.
Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute.
I don't like walking out before the show is over. It ain't professional.
Well, you got it. Good work, Starsky.
Councilman, as an expert, it is my considered opinion...
What is that? What is that? Two points a basket?
- Wanna tell me what happened here? - Sure.
- You all right, Sarah? - Fine, Henny. Just fine.
Because there are 50 sticks of dynamite locked in the trunk...
Now look, I want you to hold that line open.
Councilman Brown has agreed to have lunch with us.
Go ahead, captain.
- Captain, it's 1:37. - What are you, the town crier?
- Number? - I don't know.
Sixty-three. Two-door.
And they don't know it.
Make out you're late for a date with Robert Redford.
Well, we weren't anxious to report it to the police because...
- I got the back. - Okay.