Hutch: Okay, let me ask you a question, which one do you want cause we're gonna stick to this? Starsky: I've always had a thing for blondes. Hutch: Good, cause I'll take anything. Starsky: Stop shooting my car. Starsky: In Bay City, when you cross the line, your nuts are mine. Starsky: [in a deep Brooklyn-ish accent to prepare for a disguise] Hey, do me a favor, tip your hat forward. Just tilt it forward. C'mon. Hutch: No, I like it where it is. Starsky: No, seriously, come on, do it. Do it. Hutch: Will you... will you stop with that. That voice makes you sound crazy. Starsky: It does not make me sound crazy, it makes me sound like "Maury Finkle, founder of Finkle Fixtures, Biggest Lighting Fixture Chain in the Southland." Hutch: Ohhhh, it's a little voice and a character. You got a whole back story. That's good. Starsky: Yeah, little touches, ya know, little touches, little details. Ya wanna make the character full, real. Starsky: Do it. Starsky: Like you said, Feldman: Everybody deserves a second chance. [Starsky fires at the front trunk of a Volkswagen] Hutch: Whoa, what have we here? Does this look familiar? Some cocaine. Captain Doby, I suggest you take this to the lab and have it analyzed this time... Starsky: [Reese grabs Hutch; puts a gun to Hutch's neck] Hutch! Reese Feldman: Alright, freeze! Alright, everybody freeze! Put your hands where I can see them! Do it now! Kevin: Put it down! Captain Doby: You relax pal. Relax! Kevin: Let's do it! Reese Feldman: Put that gun down or I'm gonna kill your friend right here. Do it now! Kevin: What the hell are we doing?
: Do it now! Put it down! Starsky: [Heather takes off her top and bottoms] So, did you uh... When did he... Did he... What... So Hutch do you got any more questions? Hutch: Yeah, well, uh sure. We could... What's your sign? Heather: Gemini. Starsky: What uh... What do you weigh? Heather: What does that have to do with anything? Starsky: It has everything to do with anything and just answer the question please, ma'am. Heather: Around 115 I guess, give or take. I wish I could be more helpful. Hutch: Stop. Don't do that. You've been great. It's been terrific. Heather: Anything else? Starsky: I'm good. Hutch: Yeah. Starsky: Yeah. Hutch: Thank you so much. Reese Feldman: If this shit wasn't illegal guys, we'd be up for the Nobel Prize. Hutch: [waiting outside Huggy's club] What, you've never run an errand on the clock before? Starsky: No, I happen to take care of my personal business after work. When the taxpayers aren't paying me to protect them. Hutch: Give me a break. You've never stopped and bought yourself a cup of coffee? Starsky: I bring a thermos. Huggy Bear: Hutch, you'll have the usual? Hutch: You know it and make it a double. Huggy Bear: Leon, get my a man a jack and tab. And double that. Leon: You got it boss. Starsky: Hey, I'll get a seltzer with a little lime if you got it. Huggy Bear: I don't got it. Starsky: Or not. That's cool. I'm good. Hutch: [after seeing the Grand Torino] Whoa! Your stock just went up in my book, my friend. Pop the hood, let me see what you got under... Starsky: Hey! Hotshot! What do you think you're doing? This is a Ford Grand Torino. It's not some crappy camper slash apartment. There are rules. Hutch: Okay, okay. Starsky: You do not bang on the hood. You never under any circumstances drive. And you will certainly not put your coffee mug on the roof of the car. In fact, no coffee in the car whatsoever. Coffee goes on the ground, you get in the car, we go. Hutch: You gotta be kidding me. No way! Starsky: What? Hutch: A floater. Nothing harder to solve than a floater. No prints, body's usually bloated, it's next to impossible. All right, I say we push it out and hope the current pushes it down to the next precinct. [Hutch tries to push the body away with a stick] Starsky:
Whoa, what are you doing?