Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, shut up, huh? I don't need you to tell me how to drive.
Michael. Michael, where are you going?
Flannery?
on one Connie Chasen.
In spite of all your snooping around here, you got no idea what's going on.
I'll know you.
[Ringing]
- I'd say so. - Then what's she doing with Julian Groves?
There who is? The girl that's been tailing me.
See if you can beat me? Michael, I have no intention of engaging in a game of Space Cadet.
Yeah, yeah, I think so. I can't tell.
No one's after you. You don't have a thing to worry about.
But I promise you, I'll do everything I can to help you.
Eight. But, Connie...
Good. Now just walk out like everything's normal.
Michael, it looks like he's heading for home. Thanks, pal.
- In other words, you're stumped. - Perhaps if I did some cross-referencing.
Two things, KITT.
Especially if you got a briefcase worth a million bucks? That's pure speculation.
Oh, thanks. Just give me a second to get ready, okay?
the helpless, the powerless,
It was my first murder, that's all.
No, wait. Um, you don't have to do that.
Because I'm a woman?
What do you mean?
[Connie] Hello, Julian? I just called to say that I'm free tonight. Tonight?
[Telephone Ringing]
your husband wasn't fooling around with Connie Chasen.
[Sighs] That is privileged information, Mr. Knight.
[Chuckling] [Engine Starts]
No, they weren't.