Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Doctor...
No, he won't talk to you. He's retired.
...carrying concealed weapons and half a dozen other things.
Helen never quit. She was undercover.
Hold it! We're walking!
I'm making dials.
...why does he tie up his victims with TV antenna wire after he kills them?
Alpha Centauri.
You okay?
Helen was running a dangerous cover.
Two days before she was killed, Helen spotted a tail.
- These test scores... - Test scores?!
...is what these waves are telling him to do with a girl.
Hello, Bill? Hutch.
Zebra Three, from Control. Zebra Three, from Control.
She was my best friend...
Put down my calculator!
He's got electricity running around in his head. He's all screwed up!
Zebra Three... Hutchinson here.
You see, there might be something...
Starsky, it's Helen.
The picture threw me.
Huggy, you got some salt there?
And I'm not kidding, take it easy on the people this time!
Well, the guys you're after are degenerates. They're bums.
It's all right.
I know, but it's not the end of the world either.
Take it, blue eyes.
See, now, the 1940s music...
Polly, you know his name?
The creep who gets his kicks out of peeping at women.
Hold tight, Angie. We're on our way.
That's very unfortunate, Cindy.
Jim! Come on down!
You're holding yourself responsible...
You sure you don't know Fifth Avenue?