Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My dad keeps on saying how he's real cute.

You remember your name, stuff like that.

But he can't die. Daryl's a robot. Robot's don't die.

We think there's electrical power failure.

- Daryl, this is Elaine. - Hello.

I don't get it. You remember how to read.

And then we'll tell them the truth.

- She went out with Mark Bennet. - What does she see in that boy?

Teamwork did. Practice.

OK, well, here's your altitude and your air speed and your engine thrust.

and the massacre starts in five minutes.

And it's not a subject you discuss with him, OK?

I can give security clearance to anyone I choose.

Well, we actually drove the car around a two-and-a-half-mile oval

for about 100 laps, or 250 miles.

and just knock the ball into the middle of Interstate 95 for me, OK?

It's really great to have you here, Daryl.

You leave U.S. Airspace in six minutes and 30 seconds.

you should check visually. Now, here's the navigation chart we're on.

I'll take it easy on you the first time.

He doesn't leave any room for me to do anything.

We're gonna stay in touch, aren't we?

- I mean, Andy. - Yeah?

Blackjack 401...

All right, Ivan, smoke him, you understand me? Smoke him this time.

we have a major fire alert in sectors one, four, five...

I think he's learned a lot more than I ever thought possible.

- How you doing? - I'm all right, thanks.

Did you mean it, that you prefer chocolate?

Yeah, that's what Turtle... I mean, that's what I figured.

There's somebody here I'd like you to meet.

Attention, all personnel. Attention, all personnel,

in rates of descent.

Dr. Stewart is in his 50s, 6 feet tall, graying hair, wears glasses.

Here, you write him a note.

I feel the same way, Turtle, but there's nothing we can do.

Of course it does. That's the whole point.

I've got one smart son.

I guess I really screwed up, didn't I?

The department has set out its requirements in this working paper.

No, nothing like that.

They wanna know how you do that.

- Oh, all right. - You've gotta trust me now.

- What is it? - A roadblock.

So if I wanted to go back home,

Oh, hi there, Daryl. Come on in.

- You want me to drive? - No.

You made me what I am.

My fault! My fault! I should've told you. You gotta grip the bat

Sherie Lee says he's sexy.

- Strike three. - Yes! Yes!

He's just a little boy, flesh and blood.

Whole note, two half-notes and four quarters to a measure.

Whatever we do, there's... There's no way he can be

I don't know why I like you.