Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A man after my own heart.
Okay. Okay. He's heading for JBX Industries.
Yes, it is you, isn't it? Welcome home!
I'll see you later? Mmm-hmm.
Only the bellybuttons have changed.
Michael, you've just had a call from Tonie Baxter.
[whoops]
I don't want your money.
You saying you are no longer interested in the Scorpion missile?
[grunting]
where that so-called music is coming from...
Whoa! That's a gruesome little fella.
Forget it, pal!
All right.
Let's go.
Michael, whatever he's done, he's my father.
[tires screeching]
You all right?
And I don't think it was for his health.
if your paths should ever cross again.
What did you get on that arms dealer?
(KITT) Michael, we've reached the outer limits of Webly Field.
Whether you want to believe it or not, there is a difference.
The important thing is now...
Two years is a long time, eh, my friend?
There. I take that back.
It's a biological fact, remember?
Armand Pressler, one of the most ruthless traffickers in illegal arms...
Now, can you deliver or can you not deliver?
Yes. Try over there.
[Armand laughing]
KITT, give me everything you've got on the Lone Eagle.
you can choose between John Doe, Jack Smith, or Joe Brown.
KITT, I need you, buddy.
into the dangerous world of a man...
(Michael) KITT, where does this road go?
[car engine starting]
Stay ahead of him.
He's just escaped.
Anything new on him in the computer? Nothing useful.
At least I can take this face off when I'm finished.