Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[electricity buzzing]

You have to be kidding.

Michael, what happened to the good old days...

Don't kill him!

But if you're lying to me, if you're up to something...

Of course, knowing Michael the way I do, Devon...

All right, let's cut him off!

I'm almost positive it's the same man who came to the aid of the courier.

I know what you mean. My father was a physicist.

That's a good little boy, Harley.

Michael, look out.

I never saw him have more than a glass of wine with dinner.

And as for you...

I can see that.

lf I tell you something, you promise not to laugh?

What's so great about beautiful women running around in bikinis...

Ten. (Bianca) ln October.

That's very interesting, Tanya...

KITT, I'm a little concerned about Michael. Have you heard from him?

No, thank you, I never drink.

When? Why, when I have no further use for you.

They turned north on Stockton Road...

Like a vulture.

Then why did he write the note? And where is the note?

No, Bianca. No!

Michael, see the bar at the end of the table?

but before I do anything, I have to be sure that you're right.

welcome to the Arctic.

(male narrator) Knight Rider, a shadowy flight...

a dog named Bon-Bon, and a parakeet named Lovey.

[all chuckling]

I'll get right on it.

The impatient kind, huh? Yes.

Yeah, you're right.

I’m sorry I didn’t respond earlier. I really do appreciate it.

and because of the circumstances of his death...