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: [to Garthe
] You might as well know what I think about you and your destiny. Your destiny is to never have a woman who wants you for yourself. Never have a man who respects you for what you are. Your destiny is death. And if you don't believe me just go take a good look in the mirror. There are holes where your eyes should be. And behind them there's nothing but blackness.
: April, do you know a way to switch off this key light and then turn it on again? April Curtis
: Hmm, I think a bobbypin should do the trick. Devon Miles
: [April has crammed Kitt's intelligence into a portable TV set
] Kitt, are you ok? K.I.T.T.
: I am not ok. I am being held captive inside a television set. April Curtis
: Kitt, it's the best we can do to make you portable. K.I.T.T.
: I'm totally ridiculous. I feel like the booby prize at a Halloween party.
: You lost K.I.T.T.? April Curtis
: To a woman who picked you up on the side of the road? Michael, how could you?
: [on viewscreen
] Are you ready for the test, Michael? Michael Knight
: Oh, hi April, I'm ready if Kitt's ready! April Curtis
: Kitt? KITT
: I'm glad you asked, April. In light of the extensive micronetics involved in the system interface, not to mention - Michael Knight
] He's ready. Michael Knight
: Michael, I prefer speaking for myself. In truth there's a primary aversion involved. Michael Knight
: I know buddy, you hate the smell of fish. KITT
: I dislike the smell of fish. I hate salt water. Michael Knight
: Think of it this way: April want to see if you can swim, and I'm along for the ride.
: April? April Curtis
: Hm? Michael Knight
: Listen, thanks a lot for jumping in when I needed some help. April Curtis
: Sure. Actually it was fun. I, eh, I was thinking, maybe we should trade jobs once in a while. Michael Knight
: That's not a bad idea. Kitt's Long John Silver quotes are driving me nuts.
: Michael, I have a confession. I'm rather pleased our life of crime has come to an end. April Curtis
: [sits down on Kitt's hood
] Well now, that makes two of us. Michael Knight
: What's the matter? Tired of living in the fast lane, pal? K.I.T.T.
: No, it's simply that my research indicates that not one vehicle or steed of a noted desperado ever received the acclaim of its owner. Nor did they share in any of the criminal profits. It's quite clear: crime doesn't pay.
: April, I can't believe you're participating in this barbarism. April Curtis
: Now Kitt, you know we wouldn't be doing this if it weren't absolutely necessary. K.I.T.T.
: How would you feel if someone decided to extend your nose, remove your ears, lengthen your neck and paint your body candy-apple red? Thank goodness Wilton Knight isn't here to see this sacrilege.
: But you can't sing... can't you? Michael Knight
: Are you kidding? Before I joined the academy I used to sing all the time. I even had a record company interested in a demo I made.
: I know the proceeds are going to charity here, but how the Foundation get involved in a tough sport like motorcycle racing? April Curtis
: Well, you may not believe this, but Devon happens to be quite a fan. Michael Knight
: You're right. I don't believe it. April Curtis
: Well as a matter of fact, when he was a boy he made quite a name for himself in the Tourist Trophy races in Britain.
: [Michael and April visit Becky in hospital
] We rode in an ambulance, and we ran a red light. April Curtis
: Ooooh! Michael Knight
: No kidding? Was the ambulance faster than Kitt? Becky Phillips
: Well... maybe, but not as nice.
: [on viewscreen
] Michael, just what are you up to? Michael Knight
: Nothing. Well, not much, at least. I ran into a gypsy kid who was a witness to a robbery. He and his sister... April Curtis
: His sister? Yeah, I should have known. Michael Knight
: April, it's not like it sounds. April Curtis
: Michael, now you know how seriously Devon takes the annual Christmas banquet. Now he's seated you between Lady Pinwall and the dutches s of Chipstead. So please remember, he's counting on you. April Curtis
: Oh, I'll be there, sure as St. Nick. Michael Knight
: For your sake I hope you are, St. Nick.
: What's all that? April Curtis
: [hands over a bundle of clothes
] Eh, the latest in mercenary wear. It comes pre-soiled.
: It wasn't a fair fight, April. It's like putting Sugar Ray in the ring against a overgrown heavyweight. April Curtis
: I'm sure it was KITT. KITT
: It won't happen again I can assure you of that. April Curtis
: It better not! We have you patched together with scotch tape and bailing wire as it is. KITT
: [Referring to Goliath
] If I ever see that snout-nosed ignoramus again... Michael Knight
: You better hope he is heading in the opposite direction. KITT
: I'm already reviewing my computer logs of our confrontation. In a matter of hours I will know everything there is to know about that banana-headed bovine! Michael Knight
: You tell 'em KITT!