Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...with no pants, no badge, no gun, no dignity?

What's the matter with you?

You're dead, Hutchinson.

We're gonna look awfully stupid if he goes out the back.

Chlorohydrin, and what might be bromoacetone.

- Dad, Dad, please, what is this all...? - Just shut up!

Can't you ever keep your mouth shut?

...if it doesn't do anything? What's happening here, Cheryl?

Doc, pursuing our own, as they say, line of expertise...

I don't care if we got two minutes, we don't give up.

Okay, Ginger, this isn't a gum movie. Take it out of your mouth.

Charlie, this is Hutch.

All right, let's see.

That brings us back to finding Wedell.

Cheryl, he's gonna need the best the chemistry field can offer, right?

Do it, will you, Charlie? It's that important.

...and finish that book I was reading.

Here, lady, have a chair.

This man came into your place and bought chemicals?

They got me staked out.

But I'm supposed to look at some pictures.

I just wanted him to stop. I just wanted to help.

That's because you and me aren't on the streets.

Cold, calculating type. Really thought his clients were dirt.

He looks terrible. You ought to go home till you get better.

...unless they know the proportions.

Ted, will you help this lady out, please?

- Captain Dobey here. - Hey, captain.

...and we can't prescribe the antidote with any certainty...

What's the good of all your books and your junk, your toys, your stuff...

You don't think that we wanted to kill him, do you?

You got him in a hospital. You're running tests on him.

We're gonna have to take him upstairs now.

Tennis, scuba, marlin fishing. It's the greatest.

I could be wrong, but then, I'll be walking around tomorrow.

The doctors say recovery has to start somewhere.

No, not chemicals. That's what's so strange.

I don't know his name!