Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

you can choose between John Doe, Jack Smith, or Joe Brown.
Yes. Try over there.
And I don't think it was for his health.
Whether you want to believe it or not, there is a difference.
Okay. Okay. He's heading for JBX Industries.
[grunting]
What did you get on that arms dealer?
Michael, you've just had a call from Tonie Baxter.
Two years is a long time, eh, my friend?
into the dangerous world of a man...
where that so-called music is coming from...
There. I take that back.
Now, can you deliver or can you not deliver?
[Armand laughing]
It's a biological fact, remember?
[car engine starting]
Yes, it is you, isn't it? Welcome home!
Forget it, pal!
I'll see you later? Mmm-hmm.
All right.
[tires screeching]
He's just escaped.
KITT, I need you, buddy.
A man after my own heart.
The important thing is now...
Michael, whatever he's done, he's my father.
Let's go.
KITT, give me everything you've got on the Lone Eagle.
(Michael) KITT, where does this road go?
Only the bellybuttons have changed.
You saying you are no longer interested in the Scorpion missile?
[whoops]
I don't want your money.
You all right?
Stay ahead of him.
if your paths should ever cross again.
At least I can take this face off when I'm finished.
Anything new on him in the computer? Nothing useful.
Whoa! That's a gruesome little fella.
(KITT) Michael, we've reached the outer limits of Webly Field.
Armand Pressler, one of the most ruthless traffickers in illegal arms...