Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And that, my friends, is how they did it.
They probably laid all their eggs in there, need a little more room, little buggers.
- And what about your family? - I'll do what I have to.
- I don't deserve it. You caught them. - Only if...
And Stark hangs out with some chick named Bonnie Webb.
What about this threat they made? They said we had until today to turn ourselves in.
- A little extra dough. - I got it. I just wanna have a good time.
- Thanks, Nancy. - Mm-hmm.
You got me bumpin' off the walls no matter what way I spin.
Wouldn't want Louie to think we didn't show up.
- He really pulls 'em out, doesn't he? - Yeah.
- Mick, give me a beer, will ya, please? - Ed.
That's right. That's all I got. There's a bankbook in there that'll show you that that's the truth...
- Look. I wish I had the words to... - Book 'em, Danno... Murder One.
- Looks like they found 'em. - Great. That means we've lost the edge.
- Did you know that? - No.
My, my. It looks like the problems of all time are weighin' you down.
That old snake could get led into an inferno by a nice set of legs.
and from where I'm standing, that should look mighty cushy.
- That's not so easy. - You can get 'em!
They are? Bueno. Bueno. Let them come.
- See that game last night? - Oh, yeah.
- Gonna work, B.A.? - My part of the plan always works.
- Who do you think they were? - Cops maybe.
These men promptly escaped from a maximum-security stockade to the Los Angeles underground.
We're not killers. What do you expect us to do, Maloney?
That's a real rough neighbourhood by the university downtown. You wouldn't want anything to happen...
- How's the cold, Inspector? Feelin' any better? - Ohh. Feelin' better?