Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"Be true to your teeth, and they'll never be false to you."
You're sure it was Rankin?
- Belinda Williams. - Belinda Williams?
We covered the streets.
Well, what are you looking at?
After that, I'll be back here.
No. He couldn't have gotten far.
Starsky, shut up.
Sorry, Vic, I'm afraid Mr. White ain't gonna have...
Now, Rankin doesn't have that many friends.
Twelve years is long enough to ride any losing streak.
...Detective Hutchinson, the truth of the matter is...
Can't help it.
...you're gonna have to do business with the tooth fairy.
If we get lucky, maybe we'll find something else too.
...for letting that $2000 get out before they were ready.
No money in there.
How did we end up like this?
- The one with a flat tire. - That ain't got no flat tire.
Dental clinic?
- I need chips. - That's what I'm here for.
Get me a coffee, black with sugar, okay?
Who's the goon?
All right, get out of here. She's on her way out, Vic.
I've really made a fool of myself this time.
She used to sing with Vic a few years ago.
Spaceman Sam Carter.
- Hey, relax. - Don't worry, huh?
Carnival?
Yes, Mr. White?
Hey, remember those jewellery robberies last year?
- They are terrific. - Yeah.
We ought to bury him.
Vic Rankin sent me to talk about a trade.
Remember that flyer sent by the Treasury Department?
But listen, guys, no kidding, thank you for getting him this job.
I better not find out you're lying to me, Mrs. Rankin.
What would you know about it?
- Lf that's all, gentlemen... - Yeah, that's all. Thanks a lot.