Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll bet it is.

I am the Maharaji Jehru.

Please, Jimmy, go home.

Easy, now. I want to pick up your head.

We'll have a statement from Mr. Harry Sample.

That's it. Do it, do it, do it, do it!

Get me some clean towels, tablecloths, water.

- How about a little service here, miss? - Right away.

No, it's our pleasure.

If Vic Monte is supposed to be as a big a man as they say he is...

- Just give it to me. - All right, now, do it...

- No, what happened? - Cow slipped, fell on her head.

If you don't start laughing, I'm gonna join a club...

What are you talking about?

- Hutch? - Yeah, I'm right here.

It's gonna take a lot of it before we're through here.

All right, go ahead. Go ahead.

Hutch and I don't have anything to do tonight.

Well, you always did want an excuse to get your teeth capped.

Hey, Hutch, you sound like Dobey.

Oh, I love you. I'm knocking them dead. We are knocking them dead.

You grab... Hey.

Story of my life.

- Ever seen anything so old? - Think we can find a table?

Take your hand. Keep pressure on that.

You know what I want.

Now, Harry, you're irritating Detective Starsky here.

I said I couldn't do it.

Now, that's a long time to be in the same room with a man...

- Oh, Hutch. Hutch. - Take it easy. Take it easy.

You can smoke if you want, Harry.

And that was when they mentioned the accident...

You're really hitting the big time, huh?

...a man is safe in the shadow of the flower of the Himalayas.

But you gotta believe me.

I suggest you go back to your table, miss.

- You understand? - Hey, cop!

Jimmy, I'll quit early tomorrow night and we'll go to a movie.

Hey, hey. Hey, wait a minute.

Let's go to the men's room. Turn around.

Yeah, so have I.

Do what you're told and you'll have nothing to worry about.