Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[KITT] KARR, please desist from your actions. Many people may be hurt.
I am the prototype of the car of the future.
[Alarm Ringing]
Okay, KARR. You want a technician,
[Man On Phone] We tried to stop it, Mr. Miles, but it ran the main gate.
Problem? Like, uh, what problem?
You and your big mouth!
Don't start that holy stuff with me again, Rev!
[Growls, Sighs]
Interesting. I will enter that information in my data banks.
the earlier model was put in storage.
You can understand the confusion.
Maybe some chinks in the armor, huh? I have insufficient data to be certain, Michael.
[Tony] Will you knock off that stuff, Rev?
Okay. I'm sorry.
- My power packs could use a rest. - Okay, pal.
I will defend myself. [Chuckles] He means it, sweetheart.
they could create a menace that could quickly grow beyond their control.
- You want some, babe? - No, thanks.
- It's gone now. - [Engine Running]
Wait a minute. Wait a minute. He's just kidding, KARR, honest.
- [KARR] That is no concern of mine. - Aw, forget the family reunion. Get outta here!
Go ahead.
And we gotta stop that machine before it's too late.! The police'll know what to do.
No, buddy. That's okay.
You are mistaken. I am one of a kind.
It's a compliment. Instead of being a problem-ridden prototype,
Welcome to Easy Street, amigo. Easy Street?
[KITT] Michael, we're approaching a residential neighborhood.
Turn. KARR doesn't have my programming to protect human life.
and I'm the only one that can fire it that way.
[KITT] I noticed that too, Bonnie. Michael, what are you doing?
- Oh, yeah? What? - Of course. I wasn't informed due to the all-too-common problem of human error.
not just something out of a nightmare, like you looked last night.