Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, not quietly. Noisy. Big and noisy.

Kid, I'll level with you. Without the blind finish, the act is nowhere.

You know, for a guy who never drove professionally before, you're incredible.

Good luck, kid.

It's never been done before.

and of course, you're quite right.

If I'm as valuable an asset as you say I am, I don't deal below top dog.

No, the blind bit's the only thing keeping us in business...

and that's completely outside the scope of any known system of logic.

Twelve years ago, a fellow named Sammy Phillips bought a racetrack.

I'm really glad you told me about those new additions to KITT.

It's a tough world out there, Devon.

Mark. Yeah, Dad.

but Slammin' Sammy is now about to show you something you've never seen before...

- Listen. You hang in here for a minute and I'll check it out with my dad, okay? - Okay.

Well, that depends on exactly how badly he wants to buy me off.

Well, I'm holding out for a one-on-one with the top dog, Mr. Blake himself.

With Sammy out of action, we oughta be able to take him over in about three more weeks.

I want that show closed down for keeps.

How would you like to be making, say, 50 times what you're making right now?

No, I did. Why?

How he managed to get himself elected in the first place...

You sure you're doing only 55?

What'll it take to make you happy, Knight?

You know, for a collection of microprocessors, you're awfully touchy.

[Man] Nicejob, Gordon.

Yeah, but, Sammy, if you sold out... I mean, after all, this place has gotta be worth a chunk of money.

but it seems a somewhat pointless and rather dangerous activity.