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you can thank me.

You there! Pull over! Pull over, I say.

Suzanne, Grand Theft Auto is one thing.

Yeah. I don't trust her either.

He'll be okay. Call an ambulance. Go!

I don't care what you think, I'm innocent.

Everyone should experience her beauty.

KITT, remember these letters: "CB, JR, JW."

We're ready when they get here, boss.

Kindly keep your hands to yourself, madam.

Just mingling, like you said.

Which is a sure sign they have no hope of recovering it.

An arrest record?

All right, let's have a look.

Well, it's just a car. What are you looking at?

and it practically drives itself.

The "bump-and-run" is the latest technique.

Nothing wrong, is there?

This is Michael Knight. Nora and Buck Rayburn.

I'm not doing it, Hector! It's driving itself!

Two counts of grand theft auto.

Let's see if only her hairdresser knows for sure.

What do you get if you disturb the peace?

We sure did. Oh.

Michael whoever-you-are.

Everywhere there's been a theft,

early Monday morning.

That bathing suit's got to be painted on.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Lt. Miles, attention!

You tell her, sweet pea.

I'm here to find out who's been stealing the cars

Oh, yeah, KITT, what's happening?

We'll arrive in plenty of time for the judging.

Couple of my buddies told me I hadn't been to a show,

I saw you sneak out of her room

I'll tell you what.

Well, that's the power steering, honey.

Would you, oh, please?

Female. To be more specific, blonde.