Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nice meeting you.
Right, right, and left. Left and right.
Another partner? No. No, that's just a friend on the inside.
36. Hut! Hut!
Jim Courtney. Yeah, patch me through. It's an emergency.
Michael, there is one open gate.
Jim, it's Michael Knight. Look, I don't have time to explain...
[tires screeching]
[humming]
(KITT) Michael, he's losing it, and his wiring is shorting out.
Yeah. I'd say it's about the fastest thing on four wheels.
Michael, I hope you know what you're doing.
I want to go to the hospital, but if the reporters find out....
Have a real safe day, Mr. Taylor.
I'm pretty aggressive on offense myself.
Jimbo, it's a name out of the past. What made you call me that?
All right. Get me Devon.
Thanks, Diane.
You finished for the day? Yes, I am, Mr. Taylor.
lf I don't try, they're gonna go right over the cliff.
Your partner when you were on the police force?
Here we go! One, two, three, four, five, six....
Yeah, well, this is no race track, is it, pal?
What's she doing here? She knows.
That's true.
She was with you last night celebrating her ballet scholarship, right?
God knows Stacy didn't. All right, Michael.
There's nothing you can do, Mr. Taylor.
Let it rock.
Stacy? Someone you know, Michael?
[tires screeching]
Right, left, and right and right.
At least we're off and running.
[screaming]
Allow me.
[exhales]
Why not? Of course, Jack won't run for fun.
Okay.
Your car for mine.
Well, it's been a real pleasure meeting you...
[gasps]
(Michael) Stacy's in a coma.