Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Excuse me.
...license plate 621 CIE?
Starsky and Hutch. They ain't on the take, so no freebies.
About 7:00, I guess.
...in the bar sink, because it gums up the plumbing.
- Let's talk. - Nothing to talk about.
If we appeal to the public through radio and TV, we've got a chance.
- It's a new suit. - Shut up, Milty!
Hey, 35 miles an hour is the speed limit! Thirty-five. Do you hear me?
Well, dig in, councilman. It's the usual Tuesday lunch.
This is Detective Hutchinson. My name is Dave Starsky.
There'll be a new food budget tomorrow.
Hey, Teddy, you got some old license plates around?
No, man. I like brown doughnuts.
I'll kill those...
Well, why didn't you say so?
- See you later, Teddy. - All right.
Well, we lost them.
- Okay. Okay. How many points? - Right.
- And... - Piece of paper. Thank you.
I already told Detective Hutchinson the number.
Man, they don't look like no friends to me, do they, Tony?
...we won't need the cuffs. - We won't try to escape, officer.
- No. - Good boy.
I'm also hungry.
Then I want you to start talking.
Yes, I see your point. But I think that I'm running late...
- Yes, captain. - Hold on for Captain Dobey, please.
All I know is that they were Ohio plates, and I didn't do nothing!
Sure. They were in here a couple of hours ago to make a payoff.
If we wanted them every seven days...
We can run a make on them out of Denver.
You cut off communication with us, nothing's gonna happen.
I was in the shop next door.