Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, I don't feel so good.
I promise you I'll find out who you are.
Why would I mind?
Ray, we got company.
- Hello. - [All] Hello.
[Tires Squealing]
Everything I have went into San Mirada's emerald mines...
No. L-I'm engaged toJoe Palmer. He's my fiance.
Should we tell the Frenchman about the girl?
- What's going on? - They seem to be out of control.
- Really? - [Chuckles]
[Camera Clicking]
It was Rio, wasn't it? Two years ago, last spring?
Michael, if you don't stop driving like this, I'm gonna jump out.
You wouldn't know what to do with a real man.
I'm sorry. I mean, I didn't realize, you know?
Ray! Ray, come on! Forget that! Let's get outta here! Come on!
Not just yet. Let's just follow him.
You are my president.
I know she's a nice girl. I know, but...
See? I remembered everything. I'm going home. KITT?
All expenses paid by the Foundation, of course.
[Rudy] Hey, Larry, you son of a gun.
All we gotta do now is find the Frenchman's aliases.
But you are our only hope right now.
KITT, go into surveillance mode, huh?
Or something.
No political or personal axes to grind.
This one is Carlos. Somehow or other,
Don't worry, Micki. We'll help you remember.
They turned right at the end of the driveway.
Your swimsuit?
Join the club.
And a female in the backseat, apparently unconscious.