Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You work hard. Don't you think you deserve some time off?

Michael Knight, a young loner...

I'd like to make up as my wife's hairdresser.

Shouldn't you be getting the rockets for the jetpack?

(Michael) KITT, pop the trunk!

All right, let's go. Chameleons hate water.

Whoever ''they'' are, Mr... Smith.

Where do you think you're going? With you.

But now that he is in prison, Armand...

It looks like we lost Knight for good.

and selling them to the highest bidder...

It's only been a matter of seconds, Michael. He couldn't have gotten far.

Tonie, is something wrong?

No, it's not what you think, Your Honor. Come on, just take it off. Hurry.

Fine, I'll talk to him.

You stay in the car.

Or off somewhere selling guns?

(KITT) Michael, if Tonie Baxter lives...

Okay, you drive.

(KITT) Did she give you anything, Michael?

that can destroy anything from a tank to an aircraft carrier.

Now, if I'm a high roller, I got to look like one.

Just keep driving, Major. I'll tell you when to stop.

Now you can get on with your life, Tonie.

No one's ever gonna put me away again. Especially Michael Knight.

Sounds like my kind of guy.

(KITT) It makes all its predecessors look like toys.

I know, Tonie. It's all right.

All right, let's have it.

Not a chance, Devon.

You're both weird.

Because someone had to come.

It's him, Michael. E. Gordon Baxter.

has stealth scramblers and night-flight vision.

We all got a job to do.

Michael, I need to see you.

The Bronx Bomber, Joe Louis...