Charlie:
A beauty, isn't she.

Russell Maddock:
Yeah, and not a mark on her. We're looking like a recording.

K.I.T.T.:
Now that's just wonderful. You stick me in mothballs for a decade, and then you sell my parts like I'm inventory for Manny, Moe and Jack.

Russell Maddock:
What the hell are you doing?

Russell Maddock:
Oh, my God. You didn't!

K.I.T.T.:
I'm afraid he did Mr. Maddock. And I must say, this body fits me like a glove!

Michael Knight:
It's either sink or swim with you, huh, pal?

K.I.T.T.:
I expect a full simonize once this is over.

K.I.T.T.:
Is that you, Michael?

Michael Knight:
Yeah.

K.I.T.T.:
You look like crap.

Michael Knight:
Well, so do you, pal.

K.I.T.T.:
At least I have an excuse. You've obviously gone down the toilet since we split up, Michael. Get a life.

Michael Knight:
I got a life and a body, too, which is more I than I can say for you.

K.I.T.T.:
I suppose, we should at least be cordial. My name is KITT, originally designed with Series 2000 circuitry.

K.I.T.T.:
Terrific. The lights are on, but nobody's home. They spend $10 million building the car and forget the voice. Incredible.

K.I.T.T.:
So it's going to be, "Mine is bigger than yours", is it?

K.I.F.T.:
Mine is bigger than yours.

K.I.T.T.:
So it talks... and sounds suspiciously familiar.

K.I.F.T.:
I only speak when it's necessary

K.I.T.T.:
Maddock's voice. I knew the man had an ego, but please.

K.I.F.T.:
We have nothing further to discuss.

K.I.T.T.:
There's nothing worse than a smart-ass automobile.