Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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Michael, what if it was your alpha circuit?
Sir.
Sorry. You can take the girl out of West Point, but...
Hey, look... armor piercing. All ready to go. Great.
It's certainly been a confusing morning.
We gotta find a way in there. "We," Michael?
Where's three? Where's three?
and I find myself acting commander.
Well... that certainly was food.
Yeah, I'm real sorry, KITT, but I think we can manage for a while without it.
Where is Robin Ladd? L... I don't know.
He's not expecting me till next week, but I wanted to be able to march into his office...
Oh, what tone is that?
Attention, all personnel.
Health card? Yeah.
Come on.
Let's hit it!
Oh, my God.
Michael, forgiveness implies an emotional state that has no application in my case.
I'm afraid there's absolutely no justification for any form of expense.
Michael, three heat-seeking rockets are approaching from the southwest.
Nope. I need a lot of help. I'm Michael Knight.
I got chips and pretzels. Buy your chips and pretzels.
He didn't know when to keep his eyes closed either.
Yes, sir.
I bought that dinner for Robin. I got the motel room.
Begging your pardon, General, but you didn't come out here...
Yes, yes, of course. Immediately.
Pleased to meet you, sir. Could you tell me where I could find my father?
who loved peace most of all.
You're never gonna forgive me for that, are you?
Hi, uh, Lieutenant. Need a little help?
Call the home office.
Let's head for that underbrush over there!
Hey, hey, shh. Quiet.