Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sorry, but I'm here on official business.
on a crusade to champion the cause of the innocent...
(KITT) It's the bikers, Michael.
[men whooping]
and plot alternative... Excuse me.
Wait, that's cold-blooded murder. Come on, give me the keys!
They handcuffed Ann and her father to the semi.
(Devon) You and KITT must stop it.
Climb down from there.
Scan this area of fresh blacktop and see if you can pick it up, will you?
My folks will start wondering what's going on if I don't show.
this side of Michigan Avenue.
Not until after the bank closes.
[breathing rapidly]
[gun firing]
Devon, we can't function long without them.
All right! How did you learn so much about computers, huh?
Yeah, Michael, it's me. I'm the only one left.
I'm sure they're eagerly awaiting your tardy arrival.
You'll need some help. And I'll need this.
[motorcycle engines revving]
Erika, hi. You look great!
That's enough! Leave him alone!
from the semi's computer console.
It's going to blow any second.
how would you like to stick it to your old man?
[groaning]
Yeah, figures. You sound like one of those pompous government types.
Okay.
Hey.
A friend of mine forgot to pay for his gas. That should cover it.
But, the Interstate's jammed up.
Well, we were due to meet Bonnie and Devon...
(Devon) A brilliant concept, Glen.
it's been reprogrammed incorrectly and is targeted on the semi.
[Hollander yelling]
(KITT) He's gloating, Michael.
[tires screeching]
Not exactly a sustained flight, but I'll take it!
All right, maybe we can still get a fix on the semi.
everything else comped.
He's unconscious, Michael. His breathing is erratic.
Not a trace of the semi's homing signal.
What are you doing here? Looking for you.
[people chattering]
[both panting]
[gun cocking] with your name on it.
[stuttering] What are you talking about?
We got to get back there right away. Let's go.