Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Be my guest. Pop the hood, huh?

That's 1600 hours, got it? Yes, ma'am.

Oh, no. My God, no.

You're under arrest.

[Alarm Blaring]

Yes, the Foundation for Law and Government...

There is a black, unmarked car approaching ground zero.

- Can you take a direct hit, KITT? - I don't think we want to find that out.

- Something wrong? - Yes, sir.

You're gonna be in big trouble, Knight, accosting army personnel,

Hey! Michael, I believe, as usual, you may have attracted the attention...

- Michael, may I have a word with you? - Yeah.

Did I hear wrong or did you say "tow"?

Unfortunately, so would I. Unless...

This could be the reason. I found it near the edge.

Cease fire.! Cease fire.!

I don't know what you're talking about. Lieutenant Ladd hasn't been arrested.

I've checked my circuits, and due to that towing incident, my alpha circuit is malfunctioning.

This is a printout of the artillery inventory.

Michael, I can no longer sanction your wild-goose chases.

However, I doubt that I shall ever forget it.

I was wrong. Your efficiency is anything but subtle.

Hi, Bonnie. Devon.

Stupid thermostat!

Oh, hi. Would you guys like a snack?

This is General Duncton. May I have your attention, please?

[Loud Crashing, Explosion]

"Believe me, this army thing is important. You have my word it'll all work out."

Come on, KITT. You're built like a brick... garage.