- [KITT has just Turbo Boosted over a police car]
- Officer Wally: What was that?
- Officer Lester: [incredulous] A Pontiac.
- Michael Knight: Hi.
- Bonnie Barstow: I was so worried, are you all right?
- Michael Knight: Yeah, I'm ok, I got a couple of bruises.
- Bonnie Barstow: [completely ignoring Michael] How are your shocks? Are you still in alignment?
- KITT: Everything's is in proper order, Bonnie, but thank you for your concern.
- Bonnie Barstow: Oh K.I.T.T., that's sweet, but let me check anyway, your surveillance scanners might need adjustment.
- Devon Miles: [about Kincaid] You know several law enforcement agencies and military intelligence have tried to put an end to his criminal career several times. And all those efforts have come to a disastrous end for each one of the operatives concerned.
- Michael Knight: Can you rephrase that?
- Devon Miles: They got knocked off.
- Michael Knight: Huh?
- Devon Miles: They didn't come back.
- Michael Knight: You know I liked it better the first way.
- Devon Miles: Really.
- Michael Knight: [looking at Bonnie] I wonder if there's a real woman under those overalls or just a robot?
- KITT: Under the overalls she's 168 centimeters tall. 54 kilos in weight. Other measurements: 97 centimeters, 61 -
- Michael Knight: K.I.T.T.?
- KITT: Yes Michael?
- Michael Knight: Shut up.
- Linda Elliott: Any questions?
- Michael Knight: [posing as Dugan the driver] Yeah, how about a personal one?
- Linda Elliott: You mean 'what's a nice girl like me doing in a racket like this'?
- Michael Knight: Well I would have phrased it better.
- Linda Elliott: You'll get the same answer: I'm here because I spend too many of my formative years with lowlife and scum.
- Michael Knight: Like Kincaid.
- Linda Elliott: Like you.
- Michael Knight: Maybe I can get something from the girl?
- KITT: I wouldn't touch that line with a ten foot drive shaft.
- Michael Knight: Oh, what's that supposed to mean?
- KITT: Merely that you always seem to use our assignments as convenient springboards for your social life.
- Michael Knight: Don't be ridiculous. That girl is a source of information, that's all.
- Michael Knight: I've heard that one before...
- Bonnie Barstow: [having just finished refurbishing K.I.T.T] He's all set to go. Right now there's only one thing wrong with this car.
- Michael Knight: Yeah, I know...
- [together with Bonnie, in a loud monotone chant]
- Michael Knight: The-nut-behind-the-wheel.
- [in a humorously disgusted undertone]
- Michael Knight: Oh, that's funny... that's VERY funny.
- Michael Knight: I wasn't patient when I was a cop. I'm still not patient.
- Devon Miles: Michael. There is a fine line between audacious and foolhardy.
- Michael Knight: Relax, Devon. I'll watch it. And I'll still nail Kincaid from the inside out.
- Devon Miles: You really are quite impossible. If only Wilton Knight hadn't conceived such an extraordinary obsession for you...
- Michael Knight: [smiles] We'd both be out of a job.
- Devon Miles: Ha.
- Michael Knight: I'll stay in touch, huh?
- Devon Miles: Good luck.
- Michael Knight: [checking up on K.I.T.T] How's Frankenstein? Ready to roll?
- [spoke in campy monster voice again, doomed to fail...]
- Bonnie Barstow: [ignores 'arrogant upstart'] I've increased the range of all his scanners, and I've added an electrical jamming device.
- Michael Knight: Oh, yeah? What's that?
- Bonnie Barstow: KITT, I think that's your cue.
- Col. Alvin B. Kincaid: They call you The Driver, don't they?
- Michael Knight: Yes sir. It's a bit obvious, but descriptive.
- Col. Alvin B. Kincaid: [Watching a buggy vehicle jump over a ramp] All right, I'd like to see you and your vehicle duplicate that jump.
- Michael Knight: No. Not until you move those ramps another 20 feet apart. I like a challenge.
- Michael Knight: [Seeing Linda] Uh oh.
- KITT: Trouble?
- Michael Knight: Don't worry. I'll distract her.
- KITT: I'll bet!
- Devon Miles: [On the phone with KITT] Dune buggies? Beanie bags?
- KITT: No, beanbags. A beanie is a small head covering which...
- Devon Miles: Yes, I can speak English KITT.
- KITT: Yes sir, and splendidly.
- Michael Knight: [Showing Devon a truck with Kincaid and his men tied up inside] Devon, I'd like you to meet Colonel Kincaid.
- Devon Miles: You've saved me a great deal of paperwork.
- Col. Alvin B. Kincaid: By the time I'm through with you, young man, you'll cut steel.
- Michael Knight: I'm looking forward to it.
- Devon Miles: Tell Michael we'll be ready, and tell him "good show".
- [KITT Coughs]
- Devon Miles: And you too, KITT!
- KITT: Thank you sir, KITT signing off.
- Devon Miles: [Hanging up the phone] Thank God.
- Col. Alvin B. Kincaid: [With a gun pointed to Michael] I'm sorry about this son. I really like you.
- Michael Knight: Yeah? Personally, I thought you were a jerk!
- KITT: Michael?
- Michael Knight: Yes, KITT?
- KITT: I've been wondering about something.
- Michael Knight: Nuclear physics?
- KITT: [Seeing Michael and Linda together] What was that all about?
- Michael Knight: Biology.
- KITT: Oh, that.