Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This will be our little secret. Yours, mine, and Stacy's, okay?

(woman) Right, left, right.

She didn't call me.

For the last time, I didn't lose him.

although I can't find a registration to prove it.

Mark Taylor. Stacy had a date with Mark Taylor. Is that it?

You see, she became a cheerleader because of me.

[tires screeching]

The thought of losing her. I am going crazy.

Well, why don't you try me?

We gotta deal with this thing before it's too late.

[tires screeching]

The car he was racing was red. The one that hit Stacy was gold.

Oh, no, don't tell me she's-- No, no, she's holding her own.

Judging by their signs, I'd say it's not a very social one.

There's been enough confusion and pain.

(KITT) It's some sort of private garage, Michael.

Diane, come on. Friends don't lie to each other.

Don't listen to him. He knows nothing about football.

(KITT) That nitro could blow any second.

72.3%%% of the time the defensive team will blitz?

(woman) ...three, four. Stretch out.

Oh, this is the Dagger DX?

Still interested? No, no, I'm excited.

Okay, guys, that's it. Great, team.

Are you saying being a cheerleader had something to do with this?

I gotta to get him out, KITT.

Yeah, until about 10:00 or 10:15. Didn't she tell you?

for possession of an air-filled bladder made of a pig's skin.

(Michael) Talk to me.

"ln Washington today, hearings resume on nuclear power.

[birds chirping]

in a world of criminals who operate above the law.

To keep Taylor from discovering all of KITT's capabilities...

You promised me a race, remember?

Get me a list of the places handling nitromethane.

Forget pulling the engine on the car, boss.