Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I gotta start somewhere.
Just remember one thing. We're on the same side here.
You lied to me, Mr. Taylor. And I can't work for you anymore.
"While in New York--" Wait a minute, KITT.
Whatever it is will have to wait.
[tires screeching]
he knows how to make an entrance.
Any improvement?
with some high-class type of drag racers?
(Taylor) You're overreacting.
Well, I'm glad to see you're starting to appreciate the game, buddy.
Diane, how is she? Any change?
[beeping]
(woman on PA system) Dr. Hoffman. 64, please.
Hey, come on, you're talking to me now.
Michael, you can't be serious.
I wonder why we do it.
Blow up the left-hand corner.
[men chattering]
You got any strategy, pal? How about the quarterback sneak?
I didn't think he would either, pal.
My pleasure.
You have a good evening. Yeah.
knocking each other down...
It's Michael Knight, isn't it? No.
Your father tells me you'll be dancing again real soon.
It stands for either you walk out of here right now...
That doesn't mean he was on it.
I'm a friend.
What happened?
[engine revving]
All right, show me what you've got on that car.
When I hired you, you said it was a chance of a lifetime.
Wait a minute....
Bonnie, spare me the technical analysis.
Remember that the next time you start to panic.
Considering the reflections, I can't even hazard a guess.