Starsky: "Ooh! Look at these two hot chickens. Finkel wants some dinkle. Give it to me. Huh. Come on, Do it. Lay it on, right here. Do it. Do it." Hutch: "He means a kiss. We're doing little voices. Undercover." Holly: "All right." Starsky: "Come on, sweetie. Do it. Oh, that's a sweet little pucker."