"Oh, now you want a donut, do you?"
"Mmm...no."
"You don't want one."
"No."
"Not even a bite?"
"I'm fine, Starsk. What makes you think I want a donut?"
"Must be some reason, Blondie... Maybe if you'd quit lickin' your lips..."
"'M not...."
Starsky is always happy to give his autograph.
Forget the guns. That finger is dangerous!
*first picture taken from the Starsky and Hutch magazines
