Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay?
Michael, you're not thinking of--
A pair of fur dice to hang from your mirror. Great, huh?
You're absolutely right. Forget it. I shouldn't have asked.
He said something about having to go to the High Desert.
Where's your father? ln the kitchen.
lf it goes the way I plan...
they say you've lost some of your touch.
[men laughing]
What could I tell him? I don't know anything.
[striking match] And I know just the way.
[KITT humming]
It might be interesting to hear what she has to say about me.
[sighing]
I'm not talking about floors, Bryson. I'm talking about American jurisprudence.
Look, a horn that plays Happy Birthday.
Only....
It's good to be back, Armand. I see, the place is about the same.
I haven't seen him.
You're a car!
One doesn't necessarily equal the other.
And how much is in it for me?
Give it up, Baxter. (Chameleon) No way!
[beeping]
He's been in prison since you helped put him there back in August, 1982.
(Michael) KITT, this Armand Pressler...
You sure your people understand about Tonie?
Who said that? I did.
When the Chameleon was working for you.
I'm gonna need some money to flash around.
don't know what ''they'' are talking about.
The things I'm forced to put up with.
[bleeping]
[beeping]
Look, I have to go to the High Desert. We'll talk about this when I get back.
Couple of seconds is all it takes.
[door closing]
Was, Michael.
Let's not overdo it here!
No, I'm a tight end for the Chicago Bears.
[Rock music playing]
Like a few years?
Telephone for Mr. Armand Pressler.
[people chattering]
Where is the Chameleon going?
(woman on PA system) Telephone for Mr. Armand Pressler.
Hello?
Michael, thank God you're here.