Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Normal body functioning depends on...

The doctor was pretty straight about our chances.

- Hi, Handsome Hutch. - Let me in.

All right, everybody. Settle down.

If you don't leave my house peaceably...

Besides, he's our only lead.

He doesn't seem to wanna see me...

The only address we have is on Vic Bellamy.

I understand you and Detective Starsky have been partners for some time now.

- He made me lie. - That's terrific.

Well, if you insist...

You can laugh better than that, Janos, huh?

Eyes, hair, build?

But I wasn't exactly rowing with both oars at the time.

- Make it at least 50, huh? - Boy, you are romantic.

Vaguely: White male, 35 to 50, medium build.

We can't go on in there without probable cause.

What's the matter, Hutchinson?

- On who? - Me.

Cheryl, I may need your help. Bear with me.

Well, sit over here.

- Thanks, Alice. - Thank you.

- Give it to me. - Dad, please.

We tried to bring him back to the house. It's in the report.

As soon as we get back on the streets, we'll turn that turkey.

You have 24 hours to live, pig. Count them, 24.

- Has he got a gun? - Yes.

- You think you can make it? - Yeah.

- Well, that's 12 hours gone. - Yeah.