Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

on a crusade to champion the cause of the innocent,

This time we're gonna do it right. It's not my fault.

Dog, what do you think you're doing? I'm not a fire hydrant.

- What do you intend to do? - We gotta maneuver him away from those pipes.

I'm not a matador. KITT.!

All right, Mom.

Of course I can locate her.

So you can store your stuff in the house there, and then I'll show you the ranch.

Come on. I haven't seen you that lit up inside since Billy died.

He'll be fine. How do you know all this? You don't have any kids.

Very well, Michael.

- Very logical, Michael. - Thank you.

- Not even you? - Not even me.

Keep that bag open!

I just won't be able to cope anymore.

Well, she's been livin' under a lot of pressure since my son Billy died.

Well, by tomorrow night, you should have your injunction against Bremen,

You would've been great at quiltin'bees with all the other gossips.

Do you get the feeling they're a little hostile? Feelings don't enter into it.

Kevin, go change your clothes. We'll be leaving for the basin in a few minutes.

the helpless, the powerless,

[Michael On Speaker] Hey, you! Move away from those pipes!

Hey, I was a kid once. I remember.

Well, I've got work to do, Mr. Knight.

I've just increased his capabilities enormously.

Miss Wade, Mr. Miles, we'd all just like to present you...

where it's distributed by gravity flow to all eight of our ranches.

Without their help, we'd be in deep trouble,

Well, Michael, next time you want something handled in a specific way,

Harry, go away. I am not a tree.

Toro.! Toro.! Toro.!

I know it's not good for Kevin or me.

Who the hell are you to tell me how to run my ranch or my life?

And maybe too selfish.

Turn around real slow, young fella. Keep those hands showin;

Michael Knight, a young loner...