All language subtitles for knight rider s03e09

Next time
l'll handle him myself.
How?

[tires screeching]

Why did you try
to kill Michael?

Because the poison
didn't work.

lf l didn't get the one
with the poison in it,
Cindy did.

(KITT)
Michael, I've isolated
the poison.

Frail is a peculiar way
to describe an orchid
that can kill a man....

Sorry l can't give you
the antidote.

Renard still has the antidote,
and l'm guessing...

he's on his way back
to LA right about now.

I'm surprised
you're still with us, Michael.

Take off. Now!

KlTT, we've got to stop them.

(male narrator)
Knight Rider,
a shadowy flight...

into the dangerous world
of a man...

who does not exist.

Michael Knight,
a young loner...

on a crusade to champion
the cause of the innocent...

the helpless, the powerless...

in a world of criminals
who operate above the law.

Still here?

Hey, what a better place
to watch the parade, huh?

Parade or circus?
As long as there is music,
who cares?

Tell me something, you ever
relax, put on some skates
and ride the boardwalk?

lf that's an invitation,
l'll even bring
the ghetto blaster.

Well, l'll see you later.
lt's show time, must go.

You got a date.

Phew!

[grunts]

(KITT)
Michael, before you trade me
in for a pair of skates...

don't forget why we're here.

l haven't forgotten.
Just hope this guy shows up.

Michael,
what on earth is this?

[snickers]

(Michael)
Looks like the boardwalk
Arnold Schwarzenegger.

And what exactly
is an Arnold Schwarzenegger?

[car engine starting]

Wait a minute.
We got a van, pal.

It matches the one
our informant described,
Michael.

Okay, let's go undercover.

All right,
scan what's inside.

A half-dozen unmarked cartons.

Looks like steel canisters.

Filled with HCN,
hydrogen cyanide.

A compound
when mixed with water...

could wipe out
the entire population
of a small town.

Michael.
Yeah, l know, l see him.

Do you think
he's our chemical caterer?

No, pal, l think
he's just our delivery boy.

[people chattering]

Well, what do we have here?

The resident Fidel Castro.

Michael, if he drives off
with those chemicals...

there's no telling
where on earth they'll end up.

l know, l just wanna
catch him in the act.

lt's not time to break up
the party just yet.

If you don't mind, Arnold,
would you please get
both dumbbells off my hood?

Hey, there's only one dumbbell
on your hood.

Now there's only one dumbbell
on my hood, and would you
kindly take it off?

KlTT,
would you get off this kick?

Whoever you are in there,
you'd better be pretty big.

[car engine starting]

lt's time.

[car tires screeching]

We've been made.

[groaning]

[both grunting]

[groaning]

All right,
put up the window.

Hey, it's squeezing me!

Your delivery days are over.

(Sonny)
Hey, l got souvenirs here.
Take a look.

[Lori screaming]

[people clamoring]

KlTT!

ls she all right?

The hospital, buddy.
Scan her vitals.

I'm sorry, Michael,
but it's too late.

Too late?
She's dead.

There's nothing more
you or anyone else
can do for her.

[van engine starting]

[tires screeching]

[birds chirping]

(Michael)
Devon,
she was only 20 years old.

She just came in
from St. Louis a week ago.

Yes, l know, Michael,
l'm terribly sorry.

We're all sorry,
but she's dead.

The worst thing is
that the only information
we could get...

from the one you picked up
was his name, rank,
and serial number.

He's a member
of a quasi-military group...

dedicated to overthrowing
the island of Mandominow.

A spot on the Pacific
no larger than Venice Beach.

So you're telling me
we're no closer to this broker
of chemical warfare...

than we were
when we started.
Not true.

At least we know
what one of his people
looks like.

What he looks like,
but not who he is.

KlTT ran the photo
we took of him
through his image databank...

but he couldn't get
a positive identification.

You get the license plate
number on the van?

Yeah, we had better luck
with that one.

lt's registered to
a delivery service here
in town. Keller Brothers.

The only thing is it appears
to be a legitimate company.

And as far as we know,
the van could've been stolen
from them.

l learned a long time ago
everything isn't
what it appears.

l wanna check it out.

Michael, l know how important
this case is to you...

but may l be so bold
as to recommend caution?

Devon, you can recommend
anything you want...

but that poison gas
was meant for me.

(KITT)
Michael, I understand
your anger...

but you really
should try to relax.

Your stress level is alarming.

(Michael)
Yeah, maybe l should
take up weight lifting...

like your friend
on the beach, huh?

Your attempt at humor
is an excellent idea, Michael.

Laughter is a known tension
reliever. Perhaps I should
tell you some jokes.

You're going to tell jokes?
Why not?

I've done a lot of research
on humor.

For instance...

the other night
I was parked in a garage
that was so small...

the mice were hunchbacked.

(Michael)
KlTT, that is terrible.

Michael, is my act dying?
No, but it's not going
to Vegas either.

We're on duty.
Stay on top of it.

[KlTT humming]

[door clangs]

How'd you get in here?
The door.

l thought it was locked.

Locked?
Why would your door be locked
during business hours?

lt's a jungle out there.
That's a very good reason.

Hi, my name is Michael Knight.

l'm looking for the person
in charge of this place.

Sonny says l'm supposed
to ask everybody
what company they work for.

Come on in.

l doubt that Sonny's
ever heard of us.

l work for
a nonprofit organization...

called the Foundation
for Law and Government.

Nonprofit? You're right,
l doubt Sonny's
ever heard of you.

[buzzing]

Yeah?
(Rosemary)
Sonny.

Yes,
there's a Michael Knight here.

He's with the Foundation
for Law and Government.

Law and Government?

Okay, tell him
l'll be right out. l'm just
finishing up something.

He won't be long.
Thanks.

[engine starting]

KlTT, is that someone
coming or going?

lt's Rosemary,
and why are you talking
to your arm?

(KITT)
It's a van, Michael.

Loaded and getting ready
to leave the premises.

Come back anytime.

[tires screeching]

Let's get him!

[tires screeching]

All right, get him
on the infrared tracking scope
and scan the cargo for me.

He's got a three-block lead.

And, Michael,
that van is loaded
with those horrible chemicals.

All right,
three blocks and closing.

Let's not push him too hard.
That van's a rolling bomb.

[tires screeching]

I think we've got him,
Michael.

l think that's open
for discussion.

[car tires screeching]

KlTT, what's he heading for?

Open traffic.
And there's a school
at the end of the road.

Michael,
if those chemicals....

(Michael)
Don't even say it.

Michael,
there's no one at the wheel.

l figured as much.
Draw a bead on the van,
will you, pal?

I've got him.
All right. Fire Microlock.

Any sign of our driver?
I'm afraid not.
He's out of range.

[birds chirping]

Why is it that l can always
count on you to fret over
the most minute details?

Because careless people
in my position
do not survive very long.

Nor mine, Colonel.

Let me assure you
that the safety
of this shipment...

is as important to me
as it is to you.

(Renard)
You have nothing
to worry about.

That is what l told
our President
before my military coup.

Touch�.
Have a good day, Colonel.

A case of nerves?
With good reason.

You see, for the Colonel,
failure means death.

Odd, isn't it?

That something so frail,
so beautiful...

should mean so much
to a man like Faisur.

A man so dedicated
to violence and destruction.

Frail is a peculiar way
to describe an orchid
that can kill a man...

without leaving a trace
of its poison.

Not too unlike
some women l've known.

Present company excluded,
of course.

We've got trouble, Renard.

We? And what indiscretion
did we commit this time?

There is a plainclothes cop,
Michael Knight...

he's been snooping around
and yesterday,
he broke up a sale...

then he found the warehouse.
l had to clear out, man.

lt's a total loss.
l had to ditch the truck
and everything.

What makes you think
he's a cop?

l was running stash
when the other guys my age
were trading baseball cards.

l can smell a cop.

He says he's from
the Law Foundation.

Foundation
for Law and Government?
Yeah.

[stuttering]
You know him?
An associate of mine did.

As he described it,
it was a rather
unpleasant experience.

l hope you didn't
leave any clues.

l didn't exactly have time
to tidy up.

That's too bad.

Still, the loss of a truck
and one warehouse...

certainly won't put us
out of business...

nor will it lead him here.

See, l don't know
where this guy.... What are we
gonna do about this?

Any suggestions?
One.

Since Michael Knight
is so interested
in our business...

he might like to sample
our latest product.

(KITT)
I wonder what Cindy
wants to see you about.

l don't know, pal.

All l know is she told Devon
it was important.

[people chattering]

[KlTT humming]

Oh, no.

Not Arnold again.

[grunting]

Well, don't say
I didn't warn you.

[car engine starting]

[groaning]

Think you're pretty smart,
don't you?

I'm a Knight Industries
Two Thousand...

with 1,000 megabits of memory
and a one nanosecond
access time.

l bet you wear contact lenses,
too, and eat quiche.

Well, Mr. Brain,
if you won't come out,
l'll come in.

[groaning]

Arnold, we really must stop
meeting like this.

[groaning]

[people chattering]

What can l get you?
Orange juice.
Fresh, if you got any.

Sure you can handle it?
Yeah, l can handle it.

To your good health.
(Michael)
Thank you.

You look real nice.
How come you don't have to
wear a uniform?

l'm not the T-shirt type.

[all applauding]

You're starting early
this morning.

Yeah.
You ought to try some of this,
it's fresh orange juice...

and it's got a lot of
vitamin C and whole bunch
other things l can't remember.

Are you okay?
No.

l'm really sorry
about what happened to Lori.

Hey, l know.
lt wasn't your fault.
Yeah, l know.

Let's have a toast
to some wonderful news.

You got some good news?
l can use some good news.

Yeah,
l was invited to audition
for a lead in a show.

No kidding. That's great.
Yeah.

What's going on?
What?

Devon said you wanted to talk
to me about something.

He said it was important.

lt wasn't me.

Are you sure?
Hey, maybe
it was some other Cindy.

One OJ. Straight up.
But l already got
one from the hostess.

Guess this one's
on the house then.

Come on, let's have a toast
to something crazy.
l don't know.

Break a leg.
Thanks.

You're telling me
you had no idea Sonny
was selling poison chemicals?

What do l look like,
a chemist?
l can barely type.

So much for job security.

How long have you worked here,
anyway?
Two weeks. Next Friday.

And you have no idea
where Sonny is?

Why do l feel like
l'm being evicted?

Rosemary,
a young girl is dead here.
l know that.

But l don't know
where Sonny is.

Did you ever go out with him?
For $5.50 an hour,
you gotta be kidding.

Maybe he asked you out.

Twice last week.
Monday and Wednesday.

Maybe he even brought you
some flowers.

l've never known
a pretty girl yet who had
to buy her own orchids.

All right,
so he brought me flowers.
The creep.

But l still don't know
where he is, that's the truth.

Okay, if you hear from him,
anything at all, you call me
at this number.

Even if it's only a postcard.

Now can l go?
Yeah.

Are they going to be surprised
to see me back at
the old unemployment line...

and only after nine days, too.

[sighing]

Anything hidden
behind these walls?

Nothing a good exterminator
couldn't take care of,
Michael.

Great,
we're back to square one.

There is something
that's puzzling me though.

What?

Rosemary is likely to be
the only young lady...

in the unemployment line
wearing a priceless orchid.

Sonny boy goes first class.
Tell me more, buddy.

It's a Hybrid Jantilius,
an exceptionally rare variety.

In fact,
according to my research...

there's only
one horticulturist
in the country...

who has had any success
growing them.

Where can l find him?
Right here in Los Angeles,
Michael.

A Mr. Paul Renard.
All right,
let's check these orchids out.

(Michael)
What do we have
on Paul Renard?

Except for failure to pay
a traffic citation in '82...

Paul Renard has a clean slate.

And speaking of traffic....

Not another joke.
Remember your stress, Michael.

Yes, it's great to be back
on the road again.

How great is it?

But seriously, I stopped
for gas the other day
and the service was so slow...

by the time they filled me up,
my upholstery
was out of style.

lt's going to be a long,
long ride, KlTT.

[men whooping]

You all right?

Yeah, l guess
l'm just working myself
a little too hard.

Don't worry,
l'm gonna be all right.

(Michael)
ls something wrong,
Mr. Renard?

No, you surprised me,
that's all.

You say you saw
a secretary wearing
one of my prize orchids?

Yes, sir.
As impossible as it seems.

She said it was a gift
from her boss.

She must be a whiz
at shorthand.

Ten words a minute.

What sort of business
is her boss into?
Killing people.

Maybe you've heard of him,
his name is Sonny Martin.

No, l don't believe l have.

Well, he's a terrific
admirer of yours.

Your orchids.

The Jantilius
is a rare creature.

Would you care to take
a closer look, Mr. Knight?

l'd love to.

Yes, so delicate,
so lovely.

lt's hard to believe
it hides a deep, dark secret.

And what is that?

lf l told you it wouldn't be
a secret anymore,
would it, Mr. Knight?

Well, what do you think of it?

Well, l've got to admit
l've never seen another flower
quite like it.

No, in some ways,
you're fortunate
to have seen it at all.

lf that's all l can do
for you, Mr. Knight.

lf l wanted to buy
one of your rare orchids,
where would l go?

Unfortunately,
they're not for sale.

No kidding, l wonder
how Sonny Martin got his?

Well, as you can see
there are
no armed guards around.

One doesn't expect treachery
in a greenhouse.

Nor in a beachfront bar.

Especially when it involves
the death of a young girl.

l mean, that's treachery
of the worst kind.

[birds chirping]

l got a sneaky suspicion
we'll meet again.
Perhaps.

But then,
who's to say for sure.

Speak of the devil
and the devil appears.

What's Knight doing here?

A better question,
what's he doing anywhere?

Yeah, l thought
you were going to
take care of him.

Something must've gone wrong.

And thanks to your generosity
with my orchids...

he's breathing down my neck.

Welcome to the club.

Don't worry about it.
Next time
l'll handle him myself.

How?
The old fashioned way.
l'm gonna kill him.

(Michael)
KlTT, Renard's into this
up to his geraniums.

(KITT)
But how do we prove it,
Michael?

l don't know.

lf l knew that l'd be here
to take Cindy for a slow walk
on the beach...

instead of trying to find out
if she's even seeing
Sonny and Renard together.

You got that hard copy for me?

[Michael laughing]

Now that's what l call
instant service. Keep your
scanners peeled, huh?

[people chattering]

(KITT)
Michael, duck!

[engine revving]

Pick me up.
I'm on my way, Michael.

All right,
let's get this over with.

All right KlTT,
let's haul him in, before
he gives garbage a bad name.

[Michael grunts]

[birds chirping]

(Michael)
Take a good look at him,
Sonny.

Look at him!
All right, l looked.

What now?
Now we want to know
all about Mr. Renard.

How long
you've worked for him...

where he buys his chemicals,
who his customers are...

how he's managed
to run his ghastly business
with such relative ease.

You know something?
You talk funny.

You know something,
you've got a big mouth.

Easy.
One l'm just itching...

to put on the other side
of your face.

l'm sure that when Mr. Martin
realizes the gravity
of his situation...

he will only be too happy
to cooperate.

What's my situation?

For openers,
you're facing a murder charge
for killing that little girl.

For openers? Try proving it.

There were a dozen witnesses,
man!
l had a tough childhood!

l'll find religion.
l'll get a couple of years,
that's it.

(Devon)
Michael!

What l want to know from you,
Mr. Martin...

is why did you tried
to kill Michael?

Who tried to kill him?
l was trying to give him
a shave.

Listen to me,
you unconscionable lout.

l'm a man
of considerable patience,
but once that patience...

has exhausted itself,
it's replaced by a rage...

the like of which
you have never seen.

Now l'm going to ask you
one more time
and one more time only.

Why did you try
to kill Michael?
Because....

Because why?
Because the poison
didn't work.

What poison?
The poison they put
in your orange juice.

Who put it
in his orange juice?
l don't know!

l think you do.

Devon, there were two glasses
of orange juice.

lf l didn't get the one
with the poison in it,
Cindy did.

[people chattering]

Excuse me,
l'm looking for Cindy.

But is Cindy looking for you?
You don't understand.

Sure l do. Next you'll be
telling me your eyes met
across a crowded bar...

and you can't live
without her.

She may not be able to live
without me. She accidentally
drank some poison here.

Oh, no.

She said she didn't feel well
when she left.

Do you know where she went?
She had an audition.

Where?
The bandstand on the beach.

Thanks.

[tires screeching]

Michael.
lt's okay,
l'm gonna take care of you.

l think they liked me,
l think they really did.

Liked you?
They had to love you.
Come on, babe.

KlTT, see if you can determine
what kind of poison it is.

Right away, Michael.

(KITT)
Michael,
I've isolated the poison.

What is it?
A sophisticated
derivative compound...

originating in
the orchidaceous
Bauhinia veriegata.

ln plain English, please.
The rare Jantilius orchid.

So that's what Renard meant
when he said it hides
a deep, dark secret.

The secret of death.

Unfortunately,
there's no known antidote
for it.

KlTT, if the poison comes
from the orchid...

there's also a good chance
the orchid could produce
the antidote.

That's right, Michael.

All right, as soon as
we get her to the hospital,
it's harvest time.

But l told you,
Mr. Renard left a short time
ago in his private jet.

Did he say
where he was going?
Not to me, he didn't.

But l did hear
Miss Ava mention
something about Mexico.

Where in Mexico,
heaven only knows.

KlTT, run a check
on every private jet
requesting clearance...

to Mexico in the last hour.

I'm checking now, Michael.

Nothing.
Check radio communications.

Good idea.

A private jet ran
a weather check for an area
just across the border.

(Michael)
We're getting closer.
Let's get those orchids!

KlTT, he beat us to them.

Michael, what is it?

Every last one of them
burned to a crisp.
And useless as an antidote.

Guess old Tetzulla
fell asleep on duty.

Tetzulla?
The Aztec God of Fertility.

Mr. Renard brought it back
from one of his trips...

and hung it there to look
after his rare orchids.

KlTT, what do you got
in your banks on Tetzulla?

Besides being
the Aztec God of Fertility,
Michael...

he's also the patron God
of the Mexican town
of Chalaxa.

There's got to be
a landing strip in Chalaxa,
buddy.

Yes, a small one,
but certainly large enough
for a private jet.

Michael, if you're thinking
what I'm computing,
I'm afraid it's a long shot.

Right now, it's the only shot
we got, pal.

Let's swing on down
Mexico way.

[tires screeching]

(KITT)
Michael, Devon's calling.

Lay it on me, Devon.

The doctors have her
on a life support system,
Michael...

but I'm afraid
it doesn't look good.

Devon, look,
this is all because of me.

They've got to keep her alive
till l get back
with the antidote.

Believe me,
they're doing everything
they can.

You got to get them
to do more!

Please.

You got to get them
to do more.

I'll stay on top of them,
Michael. I promise.

(KITT)
Michael, you know what I think
you could use right now?

The antidote.
Aside from that.

Don't tell me.
A little stress reliever.

Very well, since you insist.

[exclaiming]

When I was a kid--
You were never a kid.

Not now, Michael,
I'm on a roll.

Now, when I was a kid,
we were so poor....
Michael?

All right, how poor were you?

We couldn't afford cheese
to bait the mousetrap.

Another mouse joke?
Please, no heckling.

Anyway, we had to cut out
a picture of cheese for bait.

So what happened?
We caught
a picture of a mouse.

[groaning]

Michael, what is it?
Are you in pain?

No, it's your jokes.
They're killing me.

l trust the compound
is totally effective?

Chalaxa is
the perfect place
to milk the orchids...

and mass-produce their venom.

One fluid ounce
has the killing power
of 25 gallons of cyanide.

[chuckling]

A terrorist's dream.

All right, pal,
you know the plan.

We both know the plan,
Michael. Now let's only hope
they fall for it.

Soon as l give you the signal,
pull out all the stops.

[sighing]

[KITT mimics police siren]

All right...

[man chattering in Spanish]

Everybody stay where you are.
We've got the place
surrounded.

And by orders of the Mexican
and United States authorities,
you're all under arrest.

[tires screeching]

You're an amazing man,
Mr. Knight.

No, Renard,
just one who keeps his word.

l promised l'd see you again.

No one leaves or comes in
this cantina. No one!

l want the antidote
and l want it right now.

l know you keep it real close.

Like maybe on your chain
right there.

You're right again,
Mr. Knight.

(man on KITT's radio)
You there. Stop!
No one goes inside.

Do not enter the cantina.

(man)
Play Melancholy Baby.

lt's a trick!

There's nothing out there
but a black car making noises!

Take him!

[grunting]

[men grunting]

[grunting]

Sorry l can't give you
the antidote.

But so you won't be
too disappointed,
l'm gonna give you the poison.

[grunts]

[grunting]

And l can assure you
that the concentrated
injection...

will work much faster
than the one diluted
in the orange juice.

Don't tell me l've died
and gone to that hot place.

Don't rush it. You've so
little time left, why spend it
on unpleasantries?

[sighs]

Where's Renard?

Michael Knight,
true to your reputation.

Drawing your last breaths
and still fighting.

[moans]

[groaning]

Why don't we try and go
someplace where we can find
a little privacy?

You don't strike me as
the shy and inhibited type.

There's only one question
l gotta ask you.

[both moaning]

Why?

(KITT)
Michael?

Michael, where are you?
Can you hear me?

lt's what you do with it.

[groaning]

[screaming]

[Michael speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

[groaning]

KlTT.

Michael,
I'm so glad to see you.
Likewise.

Better get the Federales
in here to clean up
this place.

Did you find the antidote?
Yeah, and the poison.

Michael, what do you mean?
Scan my vitals. You'll see.

Oh, no, Michael,
they've injected you
with a lethal quantity.

Tell me about it.

Renard still has the antidote,
and l'm guessing...

he's on his way back
to LA right about now.

You're right.
They took off 14 minutes ago,
headed northwest.

I'm afraid
that plane was loaded
with a very nasty cargo.

Just about enough poison
to wipe out an entire city.

Okay, pal,
they got a head start.
Head start?

Michael, even at my top speed
they'd beat us there
by half an hour.

And they're too far up
to micro-jam.

l know, but see
if you can access the plane's
navigation computer...

to the Palomar uplink.

lf we can scramble
their compass
and airspeed indicator...

we may be able
to throw them off course,
cost them some time.

Brilliant, Michael.
I'll take it from here.

[beeping]

(KITT)
Now you just relax.

[sighs]

Lear 634, tango delta,
this is LA Center...

request U-turn right,
heading 043.

(pilot)
Roger, LA Center,
turning right to 043.

Anything wrong up there?
(pilot)
lt's okay.

Relax, my friend.

You made a fortune today.

You're right.

And the only man
who could take it away from me
is dead now.

Marissa,
some champagne, please.
Of course.

lt'll do us all some good.

KlTT, how much longer
do l have?
Don't ask me that.

An hour? Two hours?

Cindy, what about poor Cindy?

I'm surprised
you're still with us, Michael.

You're living
on sheer willpower.

[KlTT humming]

[gasping]
Call Devon.

Have them get Cindy
to the airport
in an ambulance.

Tell him to meet us there.

The will to live, Michael,
it's all you've got.
Don't give up.

You....

You just keep driving on.
l'll take a little nap here,
l wanna rest.

Michael!

A friend of mine
flew to Las Vegas yesterday...

and boy, are his arms tired.

I know a man
who made so much money
in Las Vegas...

they're still looking
for his body.

That body of water.
l don't remember it
on the flight down.

So, we're on
a different flight path.
Calm down.

You're getting too old
for this business.

That's Lake Arrowhead.
We're 100 miles off course.

Turn this jet around.
Yes, sir, Mr. Renard,
right away.

Head winds, Renard,
head winds.

Next thing you know,
you'll be seeing ghosts.

(KITT)
But when it comes
to having fun...

take my wife, please,
someone take my wife.

[car tires screeching]

[gasping]

[groaning]

ls that them, KlTT?
Did we make it?

We surely did, Michael,
and not a moment to spare.

Let's give them a reception
they'll never forget.

(Renard)
Take off again. Now!

We've got to get
airborne immediately!

Head on.

Michael,
they're lifting off again.
Not if we can stop them.

Just try and clip
the wing tank.

[car tires screeching]

(KITT)
Michael,
what are you planning?

You hardly have the strength
to stand up.

lt's time for another dose
of willpower, buddy.

Michael, the fire's reaching
the jet's main fuel tanks.

Get away from the plane,
it's gonna blow!

[Michael groaning]

Are they all right?
All vitals are strong,
Michael.

[siren wailing]

[groaning]

[man chattering
on police radio]

Cindy's in the back, Michael.

Devon, l got it.

[Michael panting]
Cindy!

Michael, we're not gonna die,
are we?
No, baby.

We got a date, remember?

[whooping]

Beautiful!

Not much like a fox trot,
but it does have
a certain animal vitality.

Animal vitality? You kidding?
There's no doubt about that.

Guess what?
Got some good news.

Cindy is on her way
to Broadway.

You're kidding?

The director called me today
and l got the lead
in Dance Mania.

That's terrific!
Congratulations!
You're going to be great.

Congratulations!
This calls
for a celebration...

and l have just the thing.

Better be a good year.

A good year,
it's an excellent year. 1984.
Squeezed this morning.

[exclaims]

How about
a little champagne?

[all laughing]

[KlTT humming]

(KITT)
Speaking of jokes--
We weren't speaking of jokes.

Did I ever tell you
about my cousin who thought
he was an orange?

No, but l got a feeling
you're going to.

Well, we would've put him away
except we needed the juice!

Thank you!
You're a beautiful audience.

All right, congratulations.
Hear, hear.

That's right. Fantastic.
Thank you.