Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When I was just an army brat at the post school,
Do-it-yourself? No way.
- Michael, I'm afraid I have some alarming news. - I'm sitting down.
"Michael Knight, Quick Carpet Cleaner."
We gotta stop him. Move!
This vehicle is a remote-controlled drone.
[Duncton] There we were, two old warhorses, Ernest Ladd and I,
Do you see that? I don't see that.
My generation still gets nervous around adding machines.
Mr. Knight.
Now, what could keep a footloose civilian like you...
Thank you, ma'am.
[Door Opens]
- It said your father had blue paint on his hands. - Blue paint?
Believe me, Devon. This army thing is important.
[KITT] I don't think we want to find that out.
I think I would attract a great deal of attention inside that building.
It's a little late for breakfast. And where's your towel?
The next thing you know, you're doing something foolhardy,
That drone is tougher than we thought.
Why? Oh, no reason.
Michael, I'm scanning a tank 350 meters over that ridge.
"One nuclear bomb can ruin your whole day."
Well, then they might be...
Get a move on. Get that last batch loaded.
You have my word it'll all work out.
They want to speak to someone from the Foundation,
all in a good cause, of course.
- Gonna give the little lady a lift. - But what about her vehicle?
I appreciate the assignment and I'll get to it. By tomorrow morning I'll...
Move, KITT.
[Door Opens, Closes]
but it just seems like we're running around in circles.
three.
What's wrong with you?
What do you think, Sarge?
Robin, the turn is inside towards the cliff, not outside towards the drop.
Your Uncle Sanj verifies your story, Mr. Knight.
Anytime you'd swell up like a pompous balloon,
[Sighs] You want to call it quits?
a man of war...