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So, come on! Goose it. We're missing the fun. Come on!

So, Nicholas, with this equipment here...

We have to figure out a place to stash this rig, remember? You figure that out yet?

Well, you see, Nicholas here is going to reprogram it...

[tires screeching]

(KITT) You know, we were going in his direction, Michael.

The lady isn't on the menu.

So are about half the teenagers in America, pal.

It just left the grounds.

I don't want someone out here looking for him before we score that bank.

Michael, it's nothing. Don't you lie to me, man.

RC, where are you headed now?

How can we do that without endangering Ann and her dad?

Michael, my computations indicate...

##[harmonica honking] The rear door is ajar.

I got trapped. It just got out of hand. Oh, you bet it did!

like black boxes in aircraft. They don't break, KITT.

And there are too many trucks operating in the area...

We got Knight, but we lost Sharkey doing it.

You're welcome, Michael.

Well, if you know how to use it...

And isn't one of its features the ability to update that data on the move?

Oh, thank you. Excuse me.

Nothing like a traffic jam to make you appreciate the open road.

What's he doing here?

Scott Holliman.

Oh, here's Michael. Excuse me. Certainly.

Did he expect me to turbo boost over 10 miles of bumper-to-bumper traffic?

There's no way we can get there in time.

Come on. All right.

(KITT) Michael, I'm picking up a radio transmission...

Nicholas? Nicholas, I'm transmitting the last set of reprogramming codes.

Oh, yeah. Name it, you got it.

(Michael) Yeah, but we never pick up hitchhikers, KITT.

Foundation for Law and Government.

Oh, come on, I was counting on you.

[men chattering]

Okay, trace the destination of the signal.

All systems activated.

Put your hands over your head or we blow them away.

Where do you think you're going?

Michael Knight, a young loner...

[whooping] All right, Nickey!