Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Seen him enough? It's about Rebecca Hammond.

What difference does it make? We got here, didn't we?

[glass breaking]

Get me Devon, will you, pal?

Come on, Michael.

[glass shattering]

from the Right-On-Ranch.

That is fantastic.

[Michael chuckling]

Unified Ranch Corporation, what do you know about them?

Looks like rustlers, pal. Welcome to the wild, wild west.

He's got more of a chance of falling asleep than falling off.

She only bought that spread so she'd have a place for her kids.

(KITT) Right away, Michael.

There is a sheriff in this town, isn't there?

Do you remember anything they said? No.

KITT, I've got a feeling here. What feeling?

(boy) Real food. All right.

Hope to see you again, Michael. It would be my pleasure.

Then you walk out of here with the evidence.

(KITT) Don't you dare.

How does that sound? Like you've never been to the Bronx.

Big Ed, I say we fire up this baby right now...

I knew you could do it, Michael.

It's not the song, sweetheart. It's the singer.

the helpless, the powerless...

Right on. Right on, brother.

Well, I'm sorry, but what you see is what you get.

[tires screeching]

But come on, that's not you and that's not me.

There's a puddle on the ground where the bus was parked.

Tell me what you know about Big Ed Barton?

Does the map overlay indicate where it goes? No.

Yeah, Cat, but I got an ace up my sleeve.

All right, KITT, amplify the tambours. Right away, Michael.