Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You can talk.
with one wheel tied behind my axle.
Yeah, the winner always shares with his crew.
What? We're all family, aren't we?
Low profile.
Attaboy, boss. You knew all along you were going to give in.
and an engine fail-rate simulation on the first Flyer.
The way you guys are going at it...
Come on, loosen up. Get into it. Feel the beat. Yeah!
Thank you very much.
I'm picking up a high concentration of potassium nitrate...
You knew?
(Wayne) All right, now listen. Forget about that...
Take it easy, Elena. He's just trying to psyche me out.
He knew I was coming. Yes, but by who?
No kidding!
Come on! This is going to take a team effort, isn't it?
One Jonathan Tunkel, 124 Industrial Way.
Come here.
Thanks.
KITT!
He's coming around for his final lap.
or that Dad and I will have no more than the clothes on our backs.
Oh, come on, Wayne, we've gone over this all before.
Lenie, that's only his first lap.
Come back and drive for us.
I'm sure you'd rather be examined by your own mechanic, or doctor...
The gas tank.
It was the money angle that threw me off.
I figure it's worth double, easy.
Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I'm betting something's been planted.
in my T-top.
In a way, we're both Bonnie's work.
Stretch it out! Stretch it out!
At least I made it on time.
[gun fires]
Oh, drat.
Michael, are you all right?
All right.
I ain't crazy.
Get moving and meet me at the run-out lane after the S's on Turn 7.