Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know, Tonie. It's all right.

You work hard. Don't you think you deserve some time off?

Because someone had to come.

The Bronx Bomber, Joe Louis...

You're both weird.

Not a chance, Devon.

(KITT) Did she give you anything, Michael?

(KITT) Michael, if Tonie Baxter lives...

You stay in the car.

has stealth scramblers and night-flight vision.

But now that he is in prison, Armand...

Now, if I'm a high roller, I got to look like one.

All right, let's have it.

It looks like we lost Knight for good.

(KITT) It makes all its predecessors look like toys.

I'd like to make up as my wife's hairdresser.

Now you can get on with your life, Tonie.

No one's ever gonna put me away again. Especially Michael Knight.

Shouldn't you be getting the rockets for the jetpack?

Whoever ''they'' are, Mr... Smith.

Fine, I'll talk to him.

Sounds like my kind of guy.

Okay, you drive.

Or off somewhere selling guns?

Just keep driving, Major. I'll tell you when to stop.

No, it's not what you think, Your Honor. Come on, just take it off. Hurry.

It's only been a matter of seconds, Michael. He couldn't have gotten far.

Where do you think you're going? With you.

and selling them to the highest bidder...

Michael Knight, a young loner...

All right, let's go. Chameleons hate water.

(Michael) KITT, pop the trunk!

We all got a job to do.

Tonie, is something wrong?

that can destroy anything from a tank to an aircraft carrier.

It's him, Michael. E. Gordon Baxter.

Michael, I need to see you.