Michael Knight: K.I.T.T...
Bonnie Barstow: Did you bet a horse?
Devon Miles: With Foundation money?
K.I.T.T.: Michael, I was just trying to bail out your auto currency statement. Statistically, I couldn't lose.
Devon Miles: That's what they all say.
K.I.T.T.: Michael, can I ask you a favor?
Michael Knight: [leans closer] Yeah partner, what is it?
K.I.T.T.: Lend me 20 dollars?
Randy Cavanaugh: Tommy, just in time. I need a nine letter word for hopelessly in debt. Ah, desperate should fit.
Michael Knight: Speaking of which, how about dipping into Bonnie's little magic money machine for me, will you partner?
K.I.T.T.: Michael, it's called an Auto Currency Dispenser and there's nothing magic about it. We have to account for every penny.
Michael Knight: I know, I know, I'm just a little lean on cash this week.
Michael Knight: Sleek, spirited and moves like a hurricane.
K.I.T.T.: Michael, you're too kind.
Michael Knight: Not you pal, the fortuity preview on Max's horse.
K.I.T.T.: What, a horse? Try stubborn, skittish and expensive to maintain.
Michael Knight: Not at all like you.