Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If he chases you again, blow him away.

I need 50 cases of promazine.

[SID chattering]

say hello to KITT.

All my foster kids have, as you can imagine. That's how I get them.

Oh, my. May I suggest that you keep a firm hold on that creature, young man.

All right, we're out of here.

Mr. Knight, now that you're here in the flesh...

Now, I'm not letting up yet. I can't.

Good work, buddy!

I think you're innocent.

Hey, man you look like somebody just pulled your plug.

Nothing we can do to help him now.

He just left. Can I give him a message if I see him?

(KITT) There he is, Michael.

If you see it, would you call me at this number.

Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes.

But like it or not...

(KITT) Michael, I've completely lost traction.

There's Darryl, KITT. He looks all right.

Okay, we'll check it out.

What do you hear from SID?

Michael, this is a model of a new tire we just installed on KITT.

(Wilson) Come on, let's wrap this thing up!

You think I bought that stuff?

A promising world-class soccer player...

Feeling's mutual. Let's take them out.

I don't know If we have any cages left.

I mean, I know the little guy isn't human or anything but...

[helicopter engine whirring]

Meaning suspicious origin.

[birds chirping]