Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can virtually guarantee this alliance of yours...

I know every street sign. I know the ones that are crooked, and the ones that are straight.

[Sighs] Just do what it takes! Get it done!

A fella could get real dizzy listening to you, Sheriff.

You put your finger on it.

Okay, this is the big one. Come and get me, buddy.

- [Horn Honking] - Pull over!

Who are you? What right have you got checking up on me?

Mr. Bagshaw, I think it's only fair to warn you...

[Banging] Yeah, KITT, what is it?

The last thing this town needs is outside agitation.

Terri is driving one of the Calley tractors, due north.

Well, agitation is not my line of work, Sheriff.

Almost home free, sis. Estimated time of arrival, one hour.

Yeah? Go get your Friday Night Special and meet me back here.

Before we finish up here, there's a fella who wants to talk to you about...

That's a call for help.

That dog. I'll be right back.

- [Brakes Screeching] - This is Terri the Tiger. I've got a 10-33.

Check it out. I've been promoted. Check it out.

[Michael] Not a chance, pal.

I've already asked her.

You're a broker for Prairie Trucking, one of the biggest fleets in the Southwest.

One minute you tell me to leave town, the next minute you tell me to stick around.

I'm an independent trucker too,

Now, that's what I got.

Maybe if you asked her out like a gentleman, she could fit you into her social schedule.

Apparently, Riggins was trying to break the A.I.T. And set up his own little empire,

Very well put, Michael, but not entirely correct.

Well, y'all heard what he had to say.