Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Michael] Don't worry. It's my responsibility.
I have proof that a group of men at the post tried to steal tactical nuclear weapons.
No, nobody said he'd been drinking. He just lost control of the wheel.
Now it's my assignment. Army brat, huh?
two...
The one that shows you vendors ain't got no diseases we might catch.
What, not everyone likes junk? I do.
Cotler, James. I got a job for you.
Dad wouldn't have wanted me to waste that by chasing down shadows.
It's not regulation.
Is this a car or a spaceship? A little bit of both.
[Engine Starts]
If they had officers like you when I was in uniform, I never would've left.
No kiddin'. I'm going right past there. You want a lift?
That should be easy enough to check...
Hey, KITT, how about a little music, huh? Sorry.
They can sense fear, you know.
You got your career waiting, and I got the General Patton Motel waiting.
Munitions?
Really? Why? Is there a young lady in the vicinity?
[Devon Continues Arguing]
The next time you want to make a buck, get a health card.
Terrific.
to check on the Pentagon computer link.
Yes, Mr. Knight? You're where?
Sir. [Chuckling]
Colonel Ladd?
Yeah. That ring any bells?
Mr. Miles will be quite miffed if we don't get on with it.
We came as soon as we got KITT's signal.
Hey, I gotta sell my sandwiches. I'll buy them too.
Daddy. Oh, no.
Perkins? Perkins isn't in the military police. He's in Munitions.
I like junk food, but that stuff goes beyond junk.
Since it appears to be inhabited, there is an extremely strong possibility...
The M.P. S wrote your father off a long time ago.