Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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