Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nice meeting you.
What's she doing here? She knows.
Right, left, and right and right.
Michael, there is one open gate.
Okay.
God knows Stacy didn't. All right, Michael.
Right, right, and left. Left and right.
I'm pretty aggressive on offense myself.
That's true.
Yeah. I'd say it's about the fastest thing on four wheels.
Stacy? Someone you know, Michael?
Jim Courtney. Yeah, patch me through. It's an emergency.
[gasps]
Your car for mine.
36. Hut! Hut!
lf I don't try, they're gonna go right over the cliff.
I want to go to the hospital, but if the reporters find out....
All right. Get me Devon.
Michael, I hope you know what you're doing.
Jim, it's Michael Knight. Look, I don't have time to explain...
(Michael) Stacy's in a coma.
Yeah, well, this is no race track, is it, pal?
[exhales]
Have a real safe day, Mr. Taylor.
She was with you last night celebrating her ballet scholarship, right?
Let it rock.
You finished for the day? Yes, I am, Mr. Taylor.
Another partner? No. No, that's just a friend on the inside.
[screaming]
[tires screeching]
[tires screeching]
At least we're off and running.
Your partner when you were on the police force?
[humming]
Thanks, Diane.
(KITT) Michael, he's losing it, and his wiring is shorting out.
There's nothing you can do, Mr. Taylor.
Jimbo, it's a name out of the past. What made you call me that?
Here we go! One, two, three, four, five, six....
Allow me.
Why not? Of course, Jack won't run for fun.
Well, it's been a real pleasure meeting you...