Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's a great breakfast.
I don't really know anything about any warning shot.
- What do you want to know? - Everything.
Lonnie? Lonnie.
Or can I interest you in one of my rare, fresh rolls?
Our first assignment out of uniform...
He probably did.
Hey, let me give you a hand.
Said this one was number two.
...repeat, not going to turn the streets of this city over to some two-bit punk!
- We want an ex-con, white male... - Somewhere in his mid-50s.
Haven't you helped enough?
That lets out Tramaine. He doesn't even fit that description.
That gives us 11 hours to get that killer.
- You don't got the guts to face me. - Starsky.
...not to acknowledge the threats or killings.
We find him, we still don't know.
Now, we've got a lead.
Hutch.
- Where do we find him? - He's living with a chick on Sycamore.
How many more cops gotta die before I become expendable?
Banana.
- Where do you get off with that? - Stay out of it, Hutchinson.
Hundred and a half, depending on the price.
And now you're going to have to pay.
- How do I know you'll come alone? - I'd love to burn a bum like you...
Cecil.
The next time you hear from me, one cop is gonna be minus a family.
What are you talking about? Lonnie was a loner.
...charge me with contributing to the delinquency of a minor?
I'm gonna give you about 30 seconds, Tramaine.
...a good sprinkling of your trace elements and vitamins.
...it was pretty loud.
I've seen your son's file.
...that somebody would have to have been somebody...
According to their narrow transcription of phonetics...