S: "Wait till I show
you this; you are gonna flip. Picture this. Hey: Peanut
butter burritos con jelly."
Dobey: "I thought I'd
come down and pick myself up some chump change."
H: "I'm not gonna be
any pinup boy for the Better Business Bureau."
H: "I think it's about
time you made a choice between this piece of junk and
S: "Don't make me choose."
S: "Four guys getting
out of a plumbing truck. That's about as subtle as an
elephant knitting in Times Square."
D: "You two couldn't
write a straight report if your lives depended on it."
D: "Pina Coladas. You
can look at me and tell I love 'em, can't ya?"
S: "Oh, uh. . . . You
take the dead body. I'll take the one that's
D: "Starsky, this
scribbling on a cocktail napkin is not what the auditing
department had in mind when they asked for receipts."
S:"They don't take credit cards at the Bucket of Blood,
H: "Starsky, are you
asking me to live with you?"
Huggy: "Starsky, if
your other half is there, I'd like to meet with the whole
S: "We just got
Woman: "Does it hurt?"
S: "Yeah, well fools
and only greenhorns try to predict the weather!"
H: "I feel like I've
been trapped for five hours with a dying lounge act."
S: "Don't walk on my
Huggy: "Take heart, my
man. You're in luck. Huggy's about to make a very special
S: "Don't change the
subject. You trust me or not?"
H: "With my life, yes. With your choice of women, no.
S: "Okay, killer. Jump
over this chair."
H: "Well now let me
tell you something, Merle. Even fo' free, you ain't for
S: "Watch your hands,
clown. I ain't that kind of girl!"
S: "I'm startin' to
feel like salt in the sugar bowl."
H: "Yes, I'll hold.
I've been holding for 20 minutes; I'm getting good at
H: "You know something,
Starsk? When they do your autopsy they're going to find a
petrified bean burrito."
S: "With onions."
S: "Hey! You can't read
S: "Oh, I love it when
you get so angry."