Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The old mortgage payment, huh? Oh, you got it.
I'm rehearsing. No kidding. I'm not.
(KITT) Attention, circus crew...
I think we may have something.
(KITT) All right, here we go again.
That still isn't any proof of foul play.
Don't you ask me how long ago that was.
(Michael) "Muscle relaxant."
[trumpet blowing]
You want me to tell Terry? Thank you, Michael.
were his fellow performers.
my talking flying carpet, KITT.
[grunting]
I'm going to find out what's going on here, okay.
(KITT) Michael, if you're expecting circus people...
Together they will leap 10 feet into the air...
but because I have always loved you, too. And I love the circus.
Maybe my partner is right after all.
[chuckling]
All right, take some deep breaths. She'll be okay.
A bit sticky, maybe, but safe.
Yes, I spent three months with Circus Major.
It has more puzzling twists and turns than an Agatha Christie novel.
[beeping]
lmagination won't put you behind bars, but the facts will.
And the world needs all the circuses it can get.
Do you smell something burning? Yes.
I do hope we get there in time, Michael. So do I, partner. So do I.
Now, you gonna sign that contract or not? Never.
Thank you, every last one of you.
Well, my fans call me Turbo Man.
I'm picking up a high concentration of phosphorescence...
So, ready to sign, Turbo Man? With pleasure.
[sirens wailing]
I can certainly try. Yeah, well, for Terry's sake, try real hard.
I just hope KITT's all right. She hopes KITT's all right.
[people chattering]
Peter's fall was not an accident.
you're asking the wrong computer. Come on, will you?
Hidden assets, hidden debts.
triple somersault without a net.
(KITT) You'd better keep me moving.
(KITT) You really played her along, Michael.
Who was it? I don't know. But, look, I promise you...
maybe you should give him one he won't forget.
KITT, has ITZ acquired any other property around here?
was Gunther Major, whose father founded this very show.
Well, you certainly have some act.
Anytime you need anything, you call me, okay?
Well, you may be good at jumping through fiery hoops, Turbo Man...
Me about you. Oh, I see.
the helpless, the powerless...
We're sold out for tonight.
[Bang chattering]
[beeping]
He might've suffered a brief seizure, of some kind, or maybe even a heart attack.
[crowd clamoring]
that it's become second nature to us.
[tires screeching]