Airwolf

Saunders: You're too late, gentlemen! Mike: This guy's a nutcake. Locke: And dangerous. If we shoot him, he'll drop it. Mike: Then we'll shoot it. Saunders: In ten seconds, the virus will fall..... Locke: The laser! Saunders: .....And there's nothing you can do about it! Locke: I'm switching to automatic. The computer will do it. I'll give coordinates. Saunders: Ten.....nine..... Locke: Computer connect. Mike: We've only got one shot at this. Are you sure? Locke: I'm sure. Saunders: Six..... Locke: Laser's marked target. Saunders: Four..... [Mike switches the laser to manual at the last moment] Locke: What the hell? Mike, what are you doing? Saunders: Two..... Mike: [snaps on the visor and target box] Trust me. Saunders: One! [Mike shoots the laser, exploding the X-Virus and Saunders] Mike: Sorry, Locke. I guess I just put more faith in hardware than software. Locke: I guess the force was with you, Mike.