Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[birds chirping]
You are something else, Dr. Knightwood.
Bonnie, sometimes people change and we don't know why.
It's a company photograph taken about three months ago...
Just what is it you want?
I'd consider that substantial progress. What's another day or so?
Oh, dear.
Michael, you're playing with suicide.
What is it, Michael? Can I get away with it?
Not my hot tub.
Hello, Bianca. I told you, you couldn't get away with it.
the contacts are somehow made...
He's in a state of shock, Michael.
(Bianca) Sheeba, quiet down.
That's what worries me. Three, when I get the word....
[electric buzzing]
Stay out of sight, partner. The one who attacked us on the road is here.
but can you make me into a brilliant computer scientist?
Well, she made the Retreat here sound so peaceful and intellectually stimulating...
Yes, in the line of duty.
Wait.
(Bianca) I wanna see what he knows first.
I don't believe that.
[tires squealing]
(KITT) Michael, Devon is calling.
(KITT) Michael, are you really certain...
Oh, no? Mmm-mmm.
Like a new man. Good.
Cheers, Mr. Cooper.
[music playing on stereo]
(Tanya) Are you going our way, boys?
[bleeping]
last one in the spa is a rotten pineapple.
Give it to me.
A good friend of hers was killed last night in a car crash.
[engine faltering]
You're right.
Michael, that's not asking a lot, that's asking a miracle.
I don't understand it, Michael. I could be in a complete stranger's house.
(Bianca) Then you have the courier's route?
That micro guidance system is definitely in the wrong hands.
One of Dr. Freeman's projects, a microcomputer guidance system...
Anything in particular you want me to look for?
All I really wanna know is who you are.
October 2nd, to be exact.