Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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