Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm tellin' ya, the A.I.T. Truckers are fighting for survival.

Nothing but stars and silence.

but the president of Micro-Tech Electronics called me this morning.

It's like when Sam Houston said, "Everybody's complainin' and bellyachin',

Sheriff, the damn car moved by itself!

What I was going to say was that I would have brought back your pizza for you,

"Calley Family Garage and Trucking."

We pick up the freight at Riggins Distributor.

They used to call me "Tomboy Terri."

the more impressed I am with truck drivers.

That's okay, Curt.

I know what it's like. I been there myself.

My daddy founded it 12 years ago to stop the men from undercutting each other.

but as soon as he organized those men, that was it.

He's right. No, Terri, he's not right.

[Man #1] There it is.

That was a long time ago.

I forget. [Laughs] Yeah, I forget too.

- [Grunting] - Michael, how did you...

[Man #2] Let's go.

That's definitely got a ring to it.

I can do better. We're having a meeting tonight. Why don't you come by?

Oh, my handle, it's, um, it's KITT.

- You ready. - I was born ready.

I just don't know anymore. Terri, it's your decision too.

Yes, I know, Michael. You're due for some R & R,

and no one has a clue why or who or when it will ever end.

I even sent a keg of beer to their first meeting.

You jeopardize whatever's left of our business.

If Terri's gonna pull this off, we're gonna need everybody's help.

Volker, you out there?

Travelin' cross-country once,