Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Picking up any sign of him yet, KITT? - Not as yet, Michael.

I'd go out the back door. You know what I mean?

You know, that's the sixth time you've asked me that question.

What happens now?

Is that why the cops are onto you?

- Ohh! - Nice catch.

Damn. KITT? KITT?

I was just asking.

Michael, I've been spotted by one of the guards.

Well, then, what do you want?

That's the next step. See if you can pick up police frequency.

Now, what were you doing at Marty Keene's apartment?

[Ship Horn Blows]

You're with your favorite girl, the girl of your dreams. Who's that? Alice Melkin.

On a variety of subjects. What do you care to discuss, Mr. Keene?

You're rubbing hot oil all over her shoulders, back and forth.

Remember what Dickerson said? This is his turf; he calls the shots.

We got some kind of a power foul-up over here. Be right there.

- Yeah. It's pretty good. - I'm impressed.

- Can I go home now? - No.

The police are convinced that I killed my boss.

Oh, no? That's too bad. I hear they give very good funerals.

Oh. Well, that's... that's very generous of you, Mr...

What do you mean you get carsick?

We gotta find Marty before he gets to the cops and spills his guts.

Get the guards on the phone! Quick!

All right. Thanks a lot.

All right. Let's go. Come on. And spread 'em. Spread 'em.

Thanks a lot. Just a minute.

I'm not working for the police.