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.