Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[tires screeching]
Well, even a little is encouraging.
(KITT) Michael, sometimes you really know how to hurt a guy.
I'm a friend of Stacy's.
Michael, the signal's almost at full strength. We're getting closer.
Hit and run.
Not for a second. Diane, he was there. You believe that.
I want to go back home. Back to my folks.
(Bonnie) Michael, how could you have done this?
I didn't even know you'd gone to Dallas until now.
I beg your pardon. Sorry, Devon, I'm a little uptight.
[tires screeching]
[tires screeching]
Your car for mine
Yes. I place its complexity somewhere above checkers...
[men chattering]
Well, if you want to back down in front of all these people, no hard feelings.
You just cost me my number one suspect. Lehigh didn't run down Stacy.
[car engine rumbling]
Okay if I take one of them with me? Take two, they're small.
Beat him and maybe I'll give you a run myself.
Fine, fine! Except that I've got so much interference...
Oh, thanks for your help.
Who was that?
Take a little picture of this and trace it, will you?
[all cheering]
Get in on some of the banzai action.
[engine starting]
Yeah, well, no one ever accused these guys of being civilized.
lf it's any of your business, my car's in the shop. He offered me a lift.
Are you saying being a cheerleader had something to do with this?
That's more like it.
You haven't asked him for the race money yet.
[beeping]
One will do just fine, pal.
Four sets, two cars.
Taylor drive all his Kittens home?
It's a special high-lead racing paint from a factory in Italy.
Oh, I am now.
Why are those helmeted behemoths after me, Michael?