Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- The police? Don't tell them anything. - No, Vic, listen.
- Hi. - This is my dog, Sandy.
Oh, hey...
Well, I assure you, I had nothing to do with that.
She could shake up any market, couldn't she?
He's passed the word on the street that he wants to make a trade.
Nothing.
The tapes, they're are all messed up again.
- Garth White's Jazz Club. - You got it.
...and I raise you another 500.
So what?
I don't know.
He never paid me. I need that money.
I could have gotten $100 for him.
Starsky, it's your own fault, you know that.
I know. The police are here, and they say you shot a man.
And don't come in here with any cheap shots like that...
...and he just fell off the wagon...
I didn't want to sell him, but, I mean, what else could I do, you know?
Then let Evelyn go.
...and that Spaceman should remember the carnival.
That was foolish.
- How do you get out? - There's no other way...
... regarding the purchase of a dental clinic.
Then let it be over with.
You're gonna be all right.
If you want to file a complaint, we're police officers.
You have a lady all busted up, and you're just gonna apologise?
And gives the best spit-shine in town.
Who is it?
It might not be that easy.