Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Talking in your sleep playing]

I won't tolerate that.

You're pushing it. Oh, really?

Private club, huh?

Then what are we going to do now? Now...

Michael Knight, a young loner...

I wish I could help you out, KITT.

Taylor's stadium and headquarters. That's gotta be it.

She's a fighter, Mr. Courtney. She won't let go.

Bonnie, where is the primary signal coming from?

[Lehigh exclaiming]

Diane, Stacy's in a coma. There's a good chance she may not come out of it.

I think it'd be a lot better for both of us, friend, if you didn't know.

Here's something.

[music playing on stereo] (woman) Two, three, four, five, six...

So do I, Mr. Taylor.

It's football fever, pal.

Top speed 200 plus.

[players shouting] Scan the area. See if you can find a way in.

Left and left and rock, two, three, four.

With his money, anything is possible...

What happened? What was she doing down there in the first place?

Here it comes, buddy.

Look, what do you want?

I'm a man with a thousand lives.

You're ready to be crucified on a billboard on Sunset Boulevard.

(KITT) Michael, you lost me. What happened to Plan B?

Thinking about Stacy? Yeah.

you're gonna send him away and you're gonna call me, right?

All right. It's a go, pal!

(KITT) Right away, Michael.

You want that too, don't you?

Jack, I'll take care of it.

[police radio buzzing]

Not now, buddy, we got a race to run.

[birds chirping]

[tires screeching]

You don't? No, I don't.

[tires screeching]

All right, KITT. Access the police reports on Stacy's accident.

And there's something else I won't tolerate.