Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm afraid we have to put you under arrest.
And Lieutenant Steele, always a laugh talking to you.
And I'll be on the switchboard, but you gotta dial eight first.
I'm starting to feel like salt in the sugar bowl.
- How's it going with you guys? - Fine, Rolly, fine.
Yeah, yeah. Pucker. Pucker.
Besides, it's on every night this week.
Take it easy, Lijah.
Pay dirt.
Where? Oh, yeah.
Yeah. Well, I forgot the number.
And we know that you don't like us, but, gang, that's the way it is.
- Keep it. - Thank you. Thank you.
...but he ain't on the take.
Yes, sir. Yeah. They're all ready.
Look, prissy, you told us to contact you through Fat Rolly...
- Miss Forsythe. - Good morning.
You're not the only ones with a job to do.
Huggy, we thought maybe you could tell us.
And I get that feeling about Fat Rolly. He did something.
...who might try to kill us has a direct pipeline to the department?
...and those that are just saying the words.
...but listen to this. - I do.
Use him as a block.
- Flares? - Six flares.
Wait a minute. Who is "they"?
Mr. Tallman, does it pay enough to make you want to kill us?
Couldn't tell, honey. You ain't wearing a badge.
Wait a second.
Looks like there's only a couple more stories.
- Your.38? - My.38.
Says I was supposed to have been wasted last night.
Who else?
Would you tell him that Starsky and Hutch wanna see him tomorrow night?
Well, that's a familiar face.
Lots of cops say things like that.
- Well, Miss Knebel... - Ms.
Thank you.
And I'll be damned if I know what it is, but I saw it.
- Tear gas grenades? - Grenades. One, two, three, four.
Yes, sir. Patricia Talbot, age 19, female, Caucasian.
...and she was two months pregnant.
Not to mention screwing up a great car like that.
The drunk you just busted, the bondsman is processing him out now.
- I don't think he's being honest with us. - No. Really?
Is this the Tallman residence?
...they've been patrolling for the past three years?