Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bonnie, remember all those times I called you bossy and demanding?

Yes. That information is in my data banks. I can trust you.

program it with information it considers threatening,

When you're one of a kind, companionship does not compute.

[KARR] This conversation is non-productive.

You and your big mouth!

I did? Actually, most of what you said was incoherent.

[Electrical Arcing] [Yelps]

By following this line of reasoning, we can locate the individual...

Instead, its primary function was self-preservation.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

and Bonnie's the only one who can do that.

KITT, where are you, buddy? Come on. There he is!

- Where else would I be? - Meet me at the main building. Something's up.

[Rev] Tony, slow down. Please! Slow down?

[KARR] What is that voice? That's just the ringmaster, KARR.

[KARR] I have evaded our pursuers.

Now, you get some rest.

Michael, do you realize that it's 2:32 in the morning?

Are you kiddin'? It's a gold mine. Look. Wait.

Now, KITT's primary function is to serve you, to protect you from harm.

I have analyzed my self-monitors,

[Exhales Forcefully] I got a bad feelin' about this.

Thanks, buddy. Okay, partner. You got any ideas about that other car?

- Michael, I'm getting some unusual readings. - Readings of what?

[Devon] Again and again they've struck.

I am unfamiliar with your reference, Rev.

And speaking of dates, we could've performed this task this afternoon...

Also, the fiber optics in my scanners have suffered a 20% reduction in opacity,

Anyway, what's your problem, huh? Am I keeping you from a hot date or somethin'?

[Michael] KITT, keep him talkin;

[Chuckling] [Lock Drops]

- [Whirring] - What's wrong? Didn't you hear me? I said come on.

Oh, no. The calibration must be off.

Michael, KITT's primary function, to protect human life,

- Like not telling me about this whole thing? - Don't look at me.

Who is she? [Tony] Rev, look at this.

Ladies and gentlemen and children of all ages,

he is maneuvering for a long enough run to leap over the police barricade.