Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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