Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's the IA's contention that they spotted the car...
Since when did it make any difference to Coley what day he picked a pocket?
Hey, how come the police didn't hang on to Patty's stuff?
He had them up on murder two. That's a tight rap.
So he gets the kid to steal the car and drive the girl to the beach...
As I recall, this particular situation didn't enter into the conversation.
- No, thank you very much. - Havana.
...or any other brother cops that might be moonlighting as bad guys?
I'm Hutch. He's Starsky.
Does your mommy know you use language like this?
You, hold it!
Zebra Three, I repeat...
- Shotgun? - Shotgun. Racked and loaded.
What about Zane and Cannell?
Zebra Three, come in please.
We'll never get him. We lost him.
Let's hope it's Huggy Bear, or we're in a lot of trouble.
Custom job like this takes hours. It ain't cheap.
Coming down here to watch you sweat is not the high point in my day.
And besides all that...
I'd say it might be a case of mistaken identity...
I'll buy you some coffee, Charles. I...
All right, what's bugging you?
How surprised he was to see us.
Let me tell you how it will work.
...to write down what you think might be the answer...
They didn't do it...
- You're still seeing what's-her-name? - Sure.
I was there, and I saw it.
- Well... - Thank you.
So why don't you spend the night here, and tomorrow morning...
Us.
- I don't know. I take phys. Ed. - Oh, yeah.
She won't go away. She won't get rid of the kid.
Hey.
Ten-four, Zebra Three.
...no names are necessary, 25 words or less will do.
Yes, they'll try again.
Here comes Huggy.
Close it down? On what grounds?
- Cigar? - No, thanks.
...he was just another pretty face.
...the two of you better be engaged.
Well, there goes his political career.
Calling my mother.
Here it is.
They tried to put holes in our bodies...
Hey, everybody can't think we were transferred.
- You said no names. - I didn't say that. He said it.
...you headed straight for that phone.
What's for first prize?