Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Frankly, Michael, I prefer being a Knight Industries 2000.
[car engines roaring]
Oh, we're getting warmer, huh?
You'll find out it's for real soon enough.
This is Courtney.
Top speed 200 plus.
(KITT) You plan to race me against one of those banzai baboons?
No, $50,000 is enough. I hate to see a grown man cry.
Now, can you at least get me a starting point?
Hang in there, buddy.
Sounds right for a bunch of yahoos...
Totally illegal to drive in this country by all civilized standards.
[beeping]
I'll take it from here. Open the door.
(KITT) Michael, these curves are too critical for that car.
No one knows this place better than you.
but if you want the man who ran down Stacy...
It's just so horrible, what happened last night.
All right, you take high and I'll take low. You got it, Mike.
Left and left. Right and right.
Calm down. Just take a look around.
[panting]
Dig deep, pal. Dig real deep.
I hope it works, Michael. We'll make it work.
One, two, three, four.
And made of very expensive, cold-rolled rubber.
Who said that?
It's exotic and highly unusual, Michael. It might take a while.
Everything you see I own. And a whole lot more.
meet me behind the Taylor building. I'm on my way.
It's the only way, pal.
Very impressive, Knight. But you're interrupting my practice again.
[car engines revving]
That's exactly why I'm picking the Mustangs to win.
Jim. It was Mark Taylor.
Oh, just curious.
You can count it if you want. But don't worry, it's coming right back to me.
That makes two of us, pal.
Just be glad your car is the only thing you lost.
I don't know what you mean.
These guys use racing tires. The chances are they use racing fuel.
(officer) Pull over!
Only two people knew that this was on my rookie beat.
Since you speak English, I assume that you can read it, too.