Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They turned right at the end of the driveway.
Michael, if you don't stop driving like this, I'm gonna jump out.
Or something.
I know she's a nice girl. I know, but...
[Tires Squealing]
Join the club.
No, I don't feel so good.
Everything I have went into San Mirada's emerald mines...
Ray! Ray, come on! Forget that! Let's get outta here! Come on!
Don't worry, Micki. We'll help you remember.
Not just yet. Let's just follow him.
Why would I mind?
It was Rio, wasn't it? Two years ago, last spring?
I'm sorry. I mean, I didn't realize, you know?
See? I remembered everything. I'm going home. KITT?
No political or personal axes to grind.
- Really? - [Chuckles]
Ray, we got company.
Should we tell the Frenchman about the girl?
And a female in the backseat, apparently unconscious.
[Camera Clicking]
[Rudy] Hey, Larry, you son of a gun.
You wouldn't know what to do with a real man.
No. L-I'm engaged toJoe Palmer. He's my fiance.
This one is Carlos. Somehow or other,
All we gotta do now is find the Frenchman's aliases.
You are my president.
- What's going on? - They seem to be out of control.
- Hello. - [All] Hello.
But you are our only hope right now.
I promise you I'll find out who you are.
Your swimsuit?
KITT, go into surveillance mode, huh?
All expenses paid by the Foundation, of course.