Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Kindly remove yourself to the betting window...
But that is something I relish in stallions.
The money's as good as in your hand. I pulled it off.
how about dipping into Bonnie's little magic money machine...
No!
[beeping]
Yeah, well, I don't think this was an accident.
[dinging]
Yeah.
how can a horse named King Jack lose? Michael!
Six. (croupier) All bets closed.
[grunting]
You got that right. Come on.
You heard me. You better be thankful, Tommy-Lee.
[neighs]
Yeah, guess it would.
Let's check this one out.
[beeping]
Okay.
Max!
You made that horse fall, then you faked its death. Now, where is she?
Max and I could use that insurance.
off to Seattle. Agreed?
[neighing]
How could you do this to me? To us?
No!
You big speed demon. You loved that, didn't you?
[beeping]
Taught me? Really, Max, that's like the tail wagging the horse.
Yes, needless to say, he made it. What now?
Don't tell me. Let me guess.
(croupier) Place your bets.
[people chattering]
But, Foster Folly owes me one, the bum.
(KITT) Michael, you're too kind.
Shoot. I forgot it.
You may be planning on disappearing, but I've got a business to run.
Doc Thorpe told me where to find you. A nice man, Doc Thorpe.
(KITT) She's safe as a baby in her mother's arms.
[horse neighing]
I got my practice. Now, how long do you want me to keep him here?
Holding him back? That had to be 23.2 quarter mile.
Max.
No future in it, partner. Doc Thorpe, on the double!