Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Michael, Dr. Litton is dead.
Uh, sure.
How ya doing, pal? Just like old times.
Deauville's brainwashed Bonnie. Now they're using my car.
[Panting] No! No!
What's this?
Okay, after you.
This estate is huge. The grounds seem to be extensive.
Irving. Irving. Irving. My friends call me Irving Farber.
Uh, Devon, I have something important to discuss.
Once secured and melted down, the gold at current international prices...
- Are you sure? - We at Helios do not make mistakes.
Bonnie. Bonnie? I still cannot find...
- I know that because you're my car. - [Squeals]
KITT, I think that man needs some help.
Apart from the intrinsic value of the gold,
With my microwave jammers and surveillance capabilities,
My field is also archaeology. I visited him at the dig.
It is widely acknowledged as the most accurate measure of innate intelligence.
We love each other.
Not to hurt 'em. Take my hand, Bonnie.
No, that's not right. I'm Michael Knight.
Devon, there's some kind of drug in his system. KITT doesn't have any record of it.
Primary security system deactivation completed.
- Congratulations, Bonnie. - I don't know what to say.