Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So, I just took my trusty lasso, whirled it high over my head...
Better get some help out here, pal.
All right, you bad apples. Let's keep it down to a small roar, okay?
They'll come.
[gun fires]
on a crusade to champion the cause of the innocent...
Poison? Yeah, you heard me.
That is Rebecca Hammond's real reason for buying the ranch in the first place.
[tires screeching]
(KITT) Coming right up.
I will cry
and you tell me Devon's coming. Wait a minute.
[door shuts]
And you must also consider the Foundation.
A bunch of bad apples she picked up off the streets of New York City.
Yes, ma'am. Even the Coney Island hot dogs.
[cattle mooing]
[engine humming]
Not with that guy Knight around. He's more trouble than a Texas twister.
[country music playing]
[tires screeching]
[people shouting]
Let's see.
Just the cactus sucking wind.
Why shouldn't I be okay?
why don't you just take a little peek inside of his safe?
I'm a child psychologist. I kind of got that feeling.
[neighing]
Really, Michael? And what is that?
Death.
KITT, we're in scanning range. Give me a hard copy, will you?
breakfast in bed, a nice hot bubble bath.
So, you're a rancher, or a mother hen to a bunch of bad apples?
Thanks for the vote of confidence.
[gun firing]
Just remember, children are the flowers of mankind.
Just call me Bronco Knight.