Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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