Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're letting the pressure get to you.

I already told the police everything I know.

- Good work. - Should I call the police?

Mrs. Groves? I'm Michael Knight.

You never, ever point a gun at somebody unless you intend to use it.

Here we are, Michael. Okay, sit tight.

- Why not? - Because I fail to understand the attraction of such a frivolous pastime.

He wasn't fooling around with her either. How do you know?

- You might as well be. - I believe we have nothing further to talk about.

Fortunately, the Foundation is.

We don't even know the truth yet... not all of it.

All I ever wanted to do was design video games.

- Want me to stay out of your way? Stay out of my office. - You're in over your head here.

[Lasers Firing] Watch it, Devon. You'll get hooked.

on some excuses for my board of directors.

This man pulled me over, dragged me from the car, was about to assault me.

The night Connie was killed, she brought a briefcase to my apartment.

I gotta get out of here. Julian!

You don't know me, Mr. Stevens, but I'm an old friend of Connie Chasen's.

Now, isn't that better?

KITT, isn't there any information in the files,

And then one day, he decides he wants to play tennis.

No, we're still into hula hoops.

Let's try to hold it together, okay, Armand?

Why not? Computer software is a "boom or bust" industry.

Flannery, one person is dead here.

but he didn't kill her.

If you wanna leave, just leave. You don't need the girl.

Because I don't believe he's a murderer. You're crazy.

So we're talking about a very ambitious and very attractive young lady.

Hi. I'm Michael Knight. You play?

[Game Shuts Off] Fine.

Julian has a court reserved for this time every Wednesday morning.

I took the liberty of bringing you a refill.

So at least we've eliminated the espionage problems.

What'd you say? I was just checking out that, uh...