Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Top speed 200 plus.
Left and left. Right and right.
[beeping]
I don't know what you mean.
Since you speak English, I assume that you can read it, too.
Dig deep, pal. Dig real deep.
All right, you take high and I'll take low. You got it, Mike.
Oh, just curious.
One, two, three, four.
[car engines revving]
Only two people knew that this was on my rookie beat.
It's just so horrible, what happened last night.
Sounds right for a bunch of yahoos...
[car engines roaring]
No one knows this place better than you.
(KITT) Michael, these curves are too critical for that car.
but if you want the man who ran down Stacy...
You can count it if you want. But don't worry, it's coming right back to me.
I hope it works, Michael. We'll make it work.
Who said that?
Very impressive, Knight. But you're interrupting my practice again.
Totally illegal to drive in this country by all civilized standards.
This is Courtney.
It's exotic and highly unusual, Michael. It might take a while.
Frankly, Michael, I prefer being a Knight Industries 2000.
Hang in there, buddy.
Just be glad your car is the only thing you lost.
You'll find out it's for real soon enough.
That makes two of us, pal.
I'll take it from here. Open the door.
Jim. It was Mark Taylor.
[panting]
It's the only way, pal.
Everything you see I own. And a whole lot more.
(KITT) You plan to race me against one of those banzai baboons?
Oh, we're getting warmer, huh?
(officer) Pull over!
Calm down. Just take a look around.
These guys use racing tires. The chances are they use racing fuel.
That's exactly why I'm picking the Mustangs to win.
Now, can you at least get me a starting point?
And made of very expensive, cold-rolled rubber.
No, $50,000 is enough. I hate to see a grown man cry.
meet me behind the Taylor building. I'm on my way.