Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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