Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Tomorrow's for real. - You're a sick man, Leo.
- Oh, no. - No, why should it?
I gave you your thanks, didn't I? Now I'm gonna give the Lord his.
...these two gentlemen are officers of the law.
Is this the guy?
I don't want to leave you, and neither do the children.
That's right, I'm sick, but you're dead.
- That one. - Hey, hey, do that again.
I'll get it.
- Lf we need any more help... - I'm gonna be at the TV station till 9:00.
I want to be on time.
Quite a few of my detectives have given just about all of their off-duty time.
...taken just 15 minutes before he was gunned down.
- Why do you say that? - Marty was with us all day yesterday.
That number Ethel gave us is from a pay phone at White Airfield.
- See you this afternoon at your studio? - I look forward to it.
Where the hell do you think I've been? On a picnic?
I was instrumental in sending him to prison. The beat you have now was his.
Lola Brenner. We'll check with the Fat Man.
- Cal, you and Rosie run along, huh? - Come on, Rose.
Help!
That's better. Give me a kiss.
- Here? - No.
...to Starsky and Hutch themselves, why don't you admit to me...
- He might have flown right over them. - Dobey's.
I was looking for the one I wore at the University Club.
Partial information on suspect Pommier.
Listen, you have a very easy choice, Lola.
Come here, sweetheart.
...you can't even imagine the things Moon plans to do to that family.
Come on, children.