Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...and ask thy divine grace and guidance...
All right. All right, I'll see you then.
Let's get to it, huh?
This whole thing is getting scary. We're in the middle of a conspiracy...
Bye-bye.
We'll close it down, unless we get the answers we want.
- Was it red or orange? - Neither.
So if he's the one that Douglas had the goods on...
Regular services won't be over for about a hour.
Yeah, we'd appreciate that.
According to the FBI, Pommier was a demolitions expert in the Navy...
I don't know about this one.
Four ball.
If you're right, you're only one step away...
What they did was in the line of duty. No more, no less.
Well, you make it fast. It could mean your chubby cheeks.
...and he can't hurt us now.
...I'll send the blowups over later.
...if and when Moon comes to town...
...we don't like anybody busted out of jail to kill our captain.
Edith, it's all right. It's Hutch.
They say on television you gain about 10 pounds.
...he pays the whole bill.
Mr. Pommier is already doing all that's necessary at the station.
Hey, captain...
You better keep the kids inside.
When it's done, I want a plane ready when I get to the field.
But you're my husband, and this is our home.
...it was a well-executed, well-organised break.
- Yeah, usually. - What do you mean, "usually"?
My mother had a '47 Studebaker. It was the same colour.
- I want protection. - We want Lola Brenner.
Four years is a long time, the way I've had to live.
...say they got a rush-rush job.
Because Starsky and Hutch are policemen.
Moon has no idea who we are or why we helped him escape from prison.