Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Marty, you're the only one who can handle it.
- The September 8th march for hiring minorities.
I think I got it right here. His name was...
Excuse me, Mr. Woodfield. I think you're forgetting...
- Okay. - Did you lock up?
The only part that bothers me is that it's scheduled for noon.
...as getting special treatment on city contracts.
Starsky and Hutch saved our lives.
A Marty Pommier. Pommier. P-O-M-M-l-E-R.
Norris...
They can't. Not now. There's not enough time.
No, we won't.
If Moon was calling from an airport, he might have beat those roadblocks.
I don't know. My mother never let me read that part.
...that suspect Leo Moon is waiting in a hearse...
Oh, yes, I remember now.
...he's gonna get in touch with these friends.
- He was left-handed too. - There, you see?
I've been meaning to give that to you for some time now.
And I don't think my friend the governor will like it.
Didn't you ever notice about left-handed people? A little strange.
...Woodfield's powerful enough to see that we're walking a beat in a bean field.
- Oh, sure. - Well, how about getting on it?
I still don't like it. How do we know we can trust Moon?
Zebra 3 to Control. We're en route to Mandalay Heights Airport.
Did I ever tell you about my aunt? She was left-handed.
That's right, and chomping at the bit.
Too much for you, partner?
Look at Dobey over there.
You can reach us at this number.
Oh, yes, yes.
I want you to go upstairs and pack.
Captain...
Now, everything's gonna be all right, baby.
Next time we bust into a room, you yell "freeze."
The point Mr. Woodfield was trying to make was...
Relax, Moon. We'll be at the airfield in five minutes.
I can see now it was a mistake inviting you here this morning.
Yeah. Which means we gotta check a lot of planes...
Move, kid.
The man's single purpose in life is to kill Dobey.