Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, stop believing in miracles...
Bad news.
I'm well over 70 years old...
The past six days.
Miss Foundation for Law and Government...
There's no way in.
There he is.
This computer's taken it out of our hands.
I'm sorry, but I think the gin is already bruised.
Okay, pal, let's shake them up.
No access.
A door on the south wall. Dead center.
I've got some very special friends...
(mechanical voice) Warning. Countdown started.
The entire field is ringed with land mines.
was carrying when he got on the airplane.
He knows we're here, Devon.
(KITT) Michael, I've traced that call...
What's our ETA for touchdown?
This is your bag coming through? Uh-huh.
I decide who runs the country!
It's impossible.
Your only chance is to fly out of here with me.
No time, anyway.
Then consider the enormity of the fact...
You see, I'm the only duly-sworn officer in these here territory...
I'll pick you up downstairs.
We'll have a couple of martinis.
Let him come. Let him commit suicide.
I'll tell you something, Mother.
[whispering] Don't try anything fancy, sweetheart.
(KITT) Michael?
In case of evacuation, the device was supposed to guarantee...
He calls them "political prisoners."
Give me a visual of this year's electronic toy cars.
two lumps this time, would you, please?
I also chose to.
Make that three root beers.
Here comes Mother Earth.
Zurich has just announced he's going to execute the first hostage.
Did you pick up anything?
Say, "Goodbye KITT." Goodbye, KITT.
[birds chirping]