Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thinking about Stacy? Yeah.

It's football fever, pal.

Here's something.

Top speed 200 plus.

I won't tolerate that.

All right. It's a go, pal!

[Talking in your sleep playing]

I'm a man with a thousand lives.

[tires screeching]

I think it'd be a lot better for both of us, friend, if you didn't know.

With his money, anything is possible...

[music playing on stereo] (woman) Two, three, four, five, six...

You don't? No, I don't.

You're ready to be crucified on a billboard on Sunset Boulevard.

You want that too, don't you?

Here it comes, buddy.

You're pushing it. Oh, really?

Bonnie, where is the primary signal coming from?

Not now, buddy, we got a race to run.

(KITT) Michael, you lost me. What happened to Plan B?

Jack, I'll take care of it.

[players shouting] Scan the area. See if you can find a way in.

[Lehigh exclaiming]

All right, KITT. Access the police reports on Stacy's accident.

And there's something else I won't tolerate.

Left and left and rock, two, three, four.

[tires screeching]

So do I, Mr. Taylor.

Michael Knight, a young loner...

Private club, huh?

[police radio buzzing]

I wish I could help you out, KITT.

She's a fighter, Mr. Courtney. She won't let go.

you're gonna send him away and you're gonna call me, right?

(KITT) Right away, Michael.

Look, what do you want?

Diane, Stacy's in a coma. There's a good chance she may not come out of it.

[birds chirping]

What happened? What was she doing down there in the first place?

Then what are we going to do now? Now...

Taylor's stadium and headquarters. That's gotta be it.