Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I think that should put an end to KITT's New York accent.

It's a little late for that, don't you think, Sam?

(KITT) Well, I'm glad that assignment is over.

Will you hold it?

a harsh winter in its 15th year...

But until I can let Bonnie do her stuff...

Hey, gimme a break, will ya?

Knight's not helping us. He's working with the Duttons.

He and Sam have to deal with it.

(KITT) I wish you'd stop rubbing it in, Michael.

I'm a little worried about their safety.

But my little girl kept on insisting that she could turn it around.

Whitby's not getting a fair shake from Dutton's saw mill.

[all clamoring] (man) Back off!

I'm really getting tired of you biting the hand that's trying to feed you.

Well, Mr. Dutton's a businessman.

and nothing's going to keep us from working it just like they did.

They're pirating timber.

Anything else I could do for ya?

Daddy's little girl grew up and became his right-hand man.

who does not exist.

But you see, I'm still worried.

[car engine starting]

I'm a little puzzled, Michael.

You're worried he'll get out on bail and go off the deep end again.

[beeping] Give me the national average.

I've been looking forward to meeting you again. I didn't expect it'd be here.

Tell me where I can find the scaler.

Worse? Did I hear you correctly?

How does it feel, huh?

Jonathan doesn't rattle so easily.

Somebody on the inside's got to be tipping them.

All right, notify the police.

Then we'll shake things up a little first.

a forest fire in its 42nd, and... Hold it. Hold it.

Depends on why you want him.