Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

In the meantime, it's 2:45.
Black dude's name is Gregg something-or...
- You wanna hold on a minute? - Sure, of course.
Okay, fill it up.
It better, with 500 men on the alert.
They've been identified.
An important announcement from the police department on the newswire:
It's the middle of the show!
Zebra 3, Zebra 3, this is Dobey.
Come on, man.
I think you ought to call the radio and TV stations.
Very funny.
And for those who want American, we have hamburgers, hot dogs.
Look, tell them that two cops are looking for them. Real hard.
You can't eat while you're driving. You're dangerous.
You're a gentleman and a scholar.
Right, fellas?
That gives us about four hours.
I think my appetite's come back. Pass the chow mein, please...
- C-l-E. - Right. Very good.
And don't you ever pull any of that phoney radio-interference jazz on me.
Even a good bounce could set it off.
You something.
... with Ohio license plates.
Hey!
Why?
...rigged with a bomb...
What doesn't make sense is the way you hand in your daily reports.
Hey, baby, lemon pie. Your favourite.
Hey, Huey, you hear that, man? Now, let me get this straight.
May I have a beer, please?
Man, 210 lousy bucks.
Starsky! Starsky!
Who could identify it?
Thanks, captain. I see what you mean.
But keep this in mind: There's thievery and allowable thievery...
That's a good boy.
I don't want you to stop until you've told us everything you know.
Anybody else who sees this car...
Could we go in the sitting room and talk?