Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, where is a really good restaurant and nightclub?
(Devon) Barely minutes ago.
Thank you.
(KITT) My circuits are shorting.
(KITT) Perhaps the police will find something.
[horn honking]
[siren wailing]
You give yourself way too much credit, don't you?
Excuse me.
from the communications room.
That's strange. He said he'd call.
[chuckling]
I want the whole world to witness my triumph.
Hang on, buddy,
Come on.
When did they leave?
Who could have done such a terrible thing?
(Adrianne) Good morning.
and then turn it on again?
[panting]
All right, Devon, another one of your wild toga parties, huh?
Wait a minute.
Never.
KITT, tap into the hotel phone system.
you need in that department,
[lock clicking]
(KITT) Thank you, Michael.
I was, uh, just looking for...
Ah.
Get back. Cover your eyes!
After all, we are family.
and approximately 200 feet below the surface.
All right, let's try your grappling hook.
The trap didn't work. Michael Knight escaped.
They've got to get your uncle from the mansion to the sub.
Most of all, revenge.
(Michael) All right.
(Christina) I want to speak to Michael. Michael Knight.
That was Mr. Andrews.
The real Dr. Bergstrom is being held against his will.
But it's like he's not the same person.
I can say Ja, but that's about it.
Kathy, you all right?
Take care of her!
my brother.
All right, give it to me!
You okay? You're awful quiet.
But here it's possible.
Why announce our presence to the world?
[car horns honking]
to watch football and not drink beer.
So cold and so ruthless.
Michael, the release mechanism is malfunctioning.
Uh-huh. I'll tell him. Thank you.
Don't wait up.
Scan the trailer for any signs of life.
What happened?
And before long, your future is gonna be assured.
(KITT) Michael, those tanks.
It's made of an acrylic.
I'll bet you have.
I hear you're a tough nut to crack.
Believe me, I know.
And he won't be late, Christina. I'll see to it.
Only, I've been having them almost every night
(KITT) Those figures aren't human.
There we are.
do you, Michael?
(Michael) Is that Devon and April?
All right, have it your own way.
Look at you. A man of your intelligence, your vision,
Absolute power. Just as you do.
We can't afford to let them know we're onto them.
For your uncle's sake, hmm?
Hold it. Hold it.
The wires will melt down,
What?
Just a suggestion!
[grunting]
(KITT) A cliff. Over 300 feet straight down.
I want you to start recording everything.
He doesn't have the will or the imagination.
My father's Swedish, my mother's American.
I want Michael Knight!
Michael, thank God!
So far, the only detail we have
(KITT) They've been moved to another room.
Good luck, Michael. Godspeed.
(KITT) Malfunction.
All right, hang on, buddy. Here we go.
How's that feel?
Oh, no, press conference tomorrow.
[telephone ringing]