Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(KITT) Somehow, this doesn't sound like football talk to me.

Used in Formula One racing and discarded after each performance.

All right. I want pictures of these skid marks.

[engine roaring]

Hey, well, you should see me on my pass plays.

I could've got him to tell me who did.

He's losing it anyway, buddy.

What better way to get us in tight with the men who caused Stacy's accident?

Jack, I have to buy other people...

He told me he didn't have anything to do with her accident.

How is she? Fine.

seven, eight, and turn. Two, three, four, five, six.

There's a good chance she may not come out of it.

It can get us anyplace.

What did he tell you? Nothing.

by wearing out the leads. Get the picture?

They'd had dinner earlier that evening...

There's no way Taylor would be able to control the skidding on these curves.

You understand that?

You wouldn't listen to me, would you!

It's the only way.

Michael, two miles of extremely hazardous curves.

I want to know who Stacy had a date with last night.

How did you know I could find my way around here with my eyes closed?

There's the door.

I expect my friends, my players...

(Courtney) She's gonna be a real superstar.

Hello, Devon. Hello, Michael.

$50,000 is his normal wager.

anything on the analysis on that paint chip from the accident site?

[sighing] Well, do you know what happened?

Do you know anything about what happened last night?

I hope to heaven she's gonna be all right. Yeah, yeah, me too.