Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A bunch of bad apples she picked up off the streets of New York City.

(KITT) Coming right up.

and you tell me Devon's coming. Wait a minute.

Not with that guy Knight around. He's more trouble than a Texas twister.

breakfast in bed, a nice hot bubble bath.

Just call me Bronco Knight.

I'm a child psychologist. I kind of got that feeling.

Better get some help out here, pal.

So, you're a rancher, or a mother hen to a bunch of bad apples?

So, I just took my trusty lasso, whirled it high over my head...

Just the cactus sucking wind.

Really, Michael? And what is that?

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

[people shouting]

[engine humming]

[tires screeching]

why don't you just take a little peek inside of his safe?

That is Rebecca Hammond's real reason for buying the ranch in the first place.

KITT, we're in scanning range. Give me a hard copy, will you?

Why shouldn't I be okay?

All right, you bad apples. Let's keep it down to a small roar, okay?

[country music playing]

Just remember, children are the flowers of mankind.

Yes, ma'am. Even the Coney Island hot dogs.

[cattle mooing]

[tires screeching]

Poison? Yeah, you heard me.

on a crusade to champion the cause of the innocent...

And you must also consider the Foundation.