Austin Templeton: Oh, I assure you, Mr. Knight, I'm working on it, but to date being in two places at one time is a state of being that has eluded me.
The Blond: [assuming she's talking to K.I.T.T.'s owner via his carphone] Whoever you are, you sure sound sexy. I'd love to see what you look like.
K.I.T.T.: Actually, I'm right under your... nose.
The Blond: Hmm, I bet you're tall and dark and handsome.
K.I.T.T.: I'm definitely dark and handsome. I'm only tall when I'm climbing a steep incline.
Ariel Marsden: Like all those who've sold their souls to the devil, Austin Templeton must be left to destroy himself.
Michael Knight: You really believe that?
Ariel Marsden: What I believe isn't important. Austin believes he's a true sorcerer. And if you're going to catch him, Mr. Knight, you'll have to catch him in the act, so to speak.
K.I.T.T.: You might say I haven't yet met my match.
The Blond: Oh, well, what kind of match are you looking for?
K.I.T.T.: Oh, something very stylish, preferably in red, loaded with sophisticated software, total artificial intelligence, fully padded seat, removable top with an adaptive megabyte system that can interface for hours.
The Blond: You animal! What kind of a girl do you think I am?
[kicks K.I.T.T.'s tire]
K.I.T.T.: What did I say?