Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Shoot. I forgot it.
[neighing]
Yeah, guess it would.
I got my practice. Now, how long do you want me to keep him here?
You made that horse fall, then you faked its death. Now, where is she?
how about dipping into Bonnie's little magic money machine...
Six. (croupier) All bets closed.
No future in it, partner. Doc Thorpe, on the double!
No!
Max.
Max!
You big speed demon. You loved that, didn't you?
how can a horse named King Jack lose? Michael!
Holding him back? That had to be 23.2 quarter mile.
But that is something I relish in stallions.
[people chattering]
Don't tell me. Let me guess.
[beeping]
[horse neighing]
Doc Thorpe told me where to find you. A nice man, Doc Thorpe.
(KITT) She's safe as a baby in her mother's arms.
Okay.
[neighs]
How could you do this to me? To us?
But, Foster Folly owes me one, the bum.
[beeping]
[beeping]
Yeah, well, I don't think this was an accident.
(croupier) Place your bets.
Max and I could use that insurance.
You got that right. Come on.
[dinging]
Yeah.
Yes, needless to say, he made it. What now?
You may be planning on disappearing, but I've got a business to run.
[grunting]
No!
(KITT) Michael, you're too kind.
off to Seattle. Agreed?
Let's check this one out.
Taught me? Really, Max, that's like the tail wagging the horse.
The money's as good as in your hand. I pulled it off.
Kindly remove yourself to the betting window...
You heard me. You better be thankful, Tommy-Lee.