Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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