Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dad wouldn't have wanted me to waste that by chasing down shadows.

Hey, KITT, how about a little music, huh? Sorry.

It's not regulation.

Yes, Mr. Knight? You're where?

If they had officers like you when I was in uniform, I never would've left.

Hey, I gotta sell my sandwiches. I'll buy them too.

Mr. Miles will be quite miffed if we don't get on with it.

The next time you want to make a buck, get a health card.

[Michael] Don't worry. It's my responsibility.

That should be easy enough to check...

Since it appears to be inhabited, there is an extremely strong possibility...

The M.P. S wrote your father off a long time ago.

Is this a car or a spaceship? A little bit of both.

You got your career waiting, and I got the General Patton Motel waiting.

What, not everyone likes junk? I do.

The one that shows you vendors ain't got no diseases we might catch.

Really? Why? Is there a young lady in the vicinity?

I have proof that a group of men at the post tried to steal tactical nuclear weapons.

I like junk food, but that stuff goes beyond junk.

We came as soon as we got KITT's signal.

Yeah. That ring any bells?

No, nobody said he'd been drinking. He just lost control of the wheel.

[Engine Starts]

No kiddin'. I'm going right past there. You want a lift?

Cotler, James. I got a job for you.

They can sense fear, you know.

Sir. [Chuckling]

Perkins? Perkins isn't in the military police. He's in Munitions.

to check on the Pentagon computer link.

[Devon Continues Arguing]

Now it's my assignment. Army brat, huh?