Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're sold out for tonight.
Hidden assets, hidden debts.
Do you smell something burning? Yes.
the helpless, the powerless...
(KITT) Attention, circus crew...
[chuckling]
You want me to tell Terry? Thank you, Michael.
[tires screeching]
triple somersault without a net.
[Bang chattering]
were his fellow performers.
but because I have always loved you, too. And I love the circus.
[sirens wailing]
KITT, has ITZ acquired any other property around here?
Who was it? I don't know. But, look, I promise you...
(KITT) You'd better keep me moving.
I just hope KITT's all right. She hopes KITT's all right.
Me about you. Oh, I see.
maybe you should give him one he won't forget.
(Michael) "Muscle relaxant."
It has more puzzling twists and turns than an Agatha Christie novel.
[beeping]
I do hope we get there in time, Michael. So do I, partner. So do I.
I'm rehearsing. No kidding. I'm not.
And the world needs all the circuses it can get.
(KITT) All right, here we go again.
lmagination won't put you behind bars, but the facts will.
Anytime you need anything, you call me, okay?
Well, you certainly have some act.
Well, you may be good at jumping through fiery hoops, Turbo Man...
that it's become second nature to us.
Yes, I spent three months with Circus Major.
(KITT) Michael, if you're expecting circus people...
[crowd clamoring]
Don't you ask me how long ago that was.
was Gunther Major, whose father founded this very show.
A bit sticky, maybe, but safe.
[beeping]
Well, my fans call me Turbo Man.
(KITT) You really played her along, Michael.
I can certainly try. Yeah, well, for Terry's sake, try real hard.
Thank you, every last one of you.
I think we may have something.
Peter's fall was not an accident.
That still isn't any proof of foul play.
my talking flying carpet, KITT.
Now, you gonna sign that contract or not? Never.
[trumpet blowing]
[grunting]
I'm going to find out what's going on here, okay.
Together they will leap 10 feet into the air...
you're asking the wrong computer. Come on, will you?
I'm picking up a high concentration of phosphorescence...
He might've suffered a brief seizure, of some kind, or maybe even a heart attack.
All right, take some deep breaths. She'll be okay.
[people chattering]
Maybe my partner is right after all.
The old mortgage payment, huh? Oh, you got it.
So, ready to sign, Turbo Man? With pleasure.