Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

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

Sir. [Chuckling]

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

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

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

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

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

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

to check on the Pentagon computer link.

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.

Cotler, James. I got a job for you.

That should be easy enough to check...

Yes, Mr. Knight? You're where?

They can sense fear, you know.

Yeah. That ring any bells?

What, not everyone likes junk? I do.

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

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

It's not regulation.

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

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

[Devon Continues Arguing]

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

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

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

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

[Engine Starts]