Collandra: Hey, you want a real psychic prediction? A tomato...a big red Tomato...red...er, white stripes...uh, wheels, rubber wheels. Mags. And the wheels are going bye-bye.
Huggy: He's getting another vision! It's like a giant movie screen inside his head.
Collandra: It's not inside my head, it's right outside the door. (at Hutch) It's your red car, fella. Two kids got it jacked up and they're ripping off the tires.
Starsky: That's my red car!