Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

the helpless, the powerless...

Looks like rustlers, pal. Welcome to the wild, wild west.

Get me Devon, will you, pal?

Then you walk out of here with the evidence.

Seen him enough? It's about Rebecca Hammond.

Does the map overlay indicate where it goes? No.

[glass breaking]

[glass shattering]

There is a sheriff in this town, isn't there?

(KITT) Don't you dare.

[Michael chuckling]

from the Right-On-Ranch.

Do you remember anything they said? No.

How does that sound? Like you've never been to the Bronx.

But come on, that's not you and that's not me.

KITT, I've got a feeling here. What feeling?

Yeah, Cat, but I got an ace up my sleeve.

There's a puddle on the ground where the bus was parked.

(boy) Real food. All right.

Hope to see you again, Michael. It would be my pleasure.

Tell me what you know about Big Ed Barton?

Right on. Right on, brother.

That is fantastic.

What difference does it make? We got here, didn't we?

Come on, Michael.

Unified Ranch Corporation, what do you know about them?

She only bought that spread so she'd have a place for her kids.

Well, I'm sorry, but what you see is what you get.

He's got more of a chance of falling asleep than falling off.

(KITT) Right away, Michael.

Big Ed, I say we fire up this baby right now...

[tires screeching]

It's not the song, sweetheart. It's the singer.

I knew you could do it, Michael.

All right, KITT, amplify the tambours. Right away, Michael.