Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Michael, I have my own life, my own career.
Excuse me. Uh... Yeah.
Can I have all your candy bars? *Hadjust begun *
these shells are blue.
of some highly homicidal personalities.
[Gunshots]
Oh, uh, candy bar on the house?
Devon, someone tried to kill me last night.
C-11 is Munitions.
Three. Let's go, KITT.
Okay, right... right there.
Michael, I hate to bring it up... we still have a mission waiting.
The alpha circuit took out the radio too.
KITT. Yes, Michael?
Two years, in Germany. It's funny.
[Chuckling]
I thought I served with him in 'Nam.
It won't go. Don't get too technical on me here.
Where's three?!
Hurry up and wait.
- We're gonna have to tow it in. - What do you mean, "we"?
Another part of his typical pattern.
*Rikki, don't lose that number **
Yeah, sure.
Come on.
[Whirring] [Door Opens]
Oh, we hit the jackpot, Lieutenant.
You were out here doing... do... What are you doing?
Look at you! You're a poster for the modern army.
If you'll let me get a word in, I'll tell you what I was doing.
How nice of them.
Well, I did find that empty cartridge case at the gorge.
[Sighs] There's been an accident.