Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[car engines revving]

This car of yours...

And the traditional laurel wreath. Thank you very much.

(man on P.A.) Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 20th annual running...

Let's bring him in. Let's bring him in.

And I think it's just about time...

Is there anything else you'd like me to install?

(male narrator) Knight Rider...

We could blow the grandstand if I do. Where's the bomb planted?

I'll run a scan during the pace lap.

Come on, KITT, they got everything.

Granted, it seems unlikely, Bonnie.

She's real persuasive, Mr. Altfield, but...

There's a special reception for owners and drivers...

well, like a family affair, huh, Lenie?

Lend me Michael.

That could take a while.

Speaking of quiet, I think we're more likely to fall into some useful information...

and needs additional rpm's on the downsweep.

Hey, nobody's grabbing anybody, Steve.

I killed John, just as sure as if I shot him.

I'll show it to you right after I complete the lap...

Nice going, son. That's good.

the Palmerston affair.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks.

Well, they've moved on to the next race.

We got a fix on the killer.

Driving was his life.

Afternoon, Wayne.

Don't put it on that basis, Steve. Please.

He's going to a barbecue.