Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The bomb. The bomb.
Club track at Saugus. I'll be there.
[tires screeching]
You want a race, you got one. Your car for my car.
Michael, I knew a man like Taylor wouldn't bring out the guilty car for a race.
Diane. Look, I'm just trying to find out who ran down Stacy.
[engine starting]
We gotta do something about this.
[car engine starting]
Used to belong to a partner of mine.
Just wait and see.
[police siren wailing]
I'm gonna make sure I find out who it was...
Everything's gonna work out fine.
ls that any way to treat a brother racer?
Buddy, I'm starting to worry about Jim. He's wound pretty tight.
All right, so even if he didn't do it himself...
You bring this. Devon, I need your keys.
Maybe it's time we started working together.
He's been asking my friends a lot of questions lately...
Michael, for that to work we have to be within 50 yards of our target.
Like the Boss says, cars like this were "Born to Run".
No, why?
[telephone ringing]
I need a direction. Right or left?
Be well informed.
You want a race, you got one. But not for money. I'm talking pink slips now.
I don't know.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
I told her I'd send her home in a car and she said she'd call you.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, too.
(Bonnie) Michael, how could you have done this?
Well, I'm sorry. It's just I feel so much of this is my fault.
[car engine roaring]
We just want to move up in the organization.
[tires screeching]
I didn't know police lieutenants worked traffic detail.
KITT, we gotta stop him.
ls that the price of admission? Yeah, that's it.
I'll hold you to it.
Natural, huh? You're sure that's all it is?
Why now, all right, all right, let's keep calm.
Maybe the interference is coming...
[engines roaring]
Are you crazy? Jack's in no shape to race.
(all) Yeah!