Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What about his voice? Hear that?
- Really? - Yeah.
...putting a contract out on the strippers?
I think some dingo is going to try to kill Ginger.
Starsky, how did you say they make hot dogs?
- Where's Sonja, Manny? - Well, isn't she in her dressing room?
- Tell us about the voices. - No.
Ginger?
Hey, kids, can I have your attention?
- Here, snuggle up to this. - That's not funny.
What do they tell you?
Please, that girl...
Jerry works there.
- But dead. - Six hours dead.
What's wrong, sugar, bump your poor little old knee?
How did you know that before anybody else at the club?
Yeah, sure, yeah, put him on.
- It's a tablecloth. - Yeah, go ahead.
I never took my eye off him while Francine went to call for help.
Tell Sonja she is next.
Are you sure?
- Hot dogs? - Never mind.
- You fixed it? - You found a way...
I meet her some place. You tell her. Yes?
That wasn't very nice. Who was it?
You think that it's easy to get strippers.
The hell he didn't. The 14th was a week ago Monday.
This is a question for the ladies.
Ginger, yes.
...he said we could get rich.
Okay, take everything down in detail and make sure he signs it.
- He's out there! - What? Well, call the police!
He was a medium-type guy with light-grey hair...
- We're going to see you home. - Ginger, it's about time.
...they sat him at the worst table in the house.
You heard the cops. They even got a description.
The boys upstairs will lean on me and I'll lean on you.
Well, let's see, it could be...