Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Captain, it's 1:37. - What are you, the town crier?
Now look, I want you to hold that line open.
- You got something against music? - Come on.
Well, we weren't anxious to report it to the police because...
Yeah. I hauled a wreck in. Ohio plates.
Sure. Sure.
- Come on. What's the password? - Take off!
- Wanna tell me what happened here? - Sure.
- I got the back. - Okay.
- You all right, Sarah? - Fine, Henny. Just fine.
I'm gonna let you take it out first.
And they don't know it.
... and telephone the location to this station.
Teddy, you are faster than a speeding bullet.
The usual. A little robbery, a couple murders.
Come on. Come on.
- I'll get it, Dad. - Well, now, you just cool it.
Hear that, Huey? These dudes are high rollers, man.
...which means you're entitled to steal as much as any male bartender.
I don't like walking out before the show is over. It ain't professional.
Bye-bye.
Go ahead, captain.
Everybody just stay cool and nobody gets burned.
Sixty-three. Two-door.
- Number? - I don't know.
All right, get in there, darling!
They held a gun on me and said they'd kill me if I told anybody.
Make out you're late for a date with Robert Redford.
- Starsky. - What?
Councilman, as an expert, it is my considered opinion...
Now, Hutch and I have heard that the two of you are on probation.
- Miss your lunch, captain? - Yeah.
Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Well, you got it. Good work, Starsky.
Because there are 50 sticks of dynamite locked in the trunk...
What is that? What is that? Two points a basket?
Councilman Brown has agreed to have lunch with us.