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."