- Devon Miles: [grabs Martin by the lapels] Listen to me, you unconscionable lout. I'm a man of considerable patience. But once that patience has exhausted itself, it's replaced by a rage the like of which you have never seen. I'm going to ask you one more time and one more time only: why did you try to kill Michael?
- Sonny Martin: Because.
- Devon Miles: Because why?
- Sonny Martin: Because the poison didn't work.
- K.I.T.T.: Michael, do you know what I think you could use right now?
- Michael Knight: The antidote.
- K.I.T.T.: Aside from that.
- Michael Knight: Don't tell me. A little stress relief.
- K.I.T.T.: Very well, since you insist.
- [K.I.T.T. produces the sound of a drum roll, Michael groans loudly]
- K.I.T.T.: When I was a kid...
- Michael Knight: You were never a kid!
- K.I.T.T.: Not now, Michael, I'm on a roll. Now when I was a kid, we were so poor... Michael?
- Michael Knight: Al right... how poor were you?
- K.I.T.T.: We couldn't afford cheese to bait the mouse trap.
- Michael Knight: Another mouse joke?
- K.I.T.T.: Please, no heckling. Anyway, we had to cut out a picture of cheese for bait.
- Michael Knight: So, what happened?
- K.I.T.T.: We caught a picture of a mouse.
- [another drum roll and another big groan]
- K.I.T.T.: Michael, what is it, are you in pain?
- Michael Knight: No, it's your jokes, they're killing me!
- K.I.T.T.: Michael! What on Earth is this?
- [a pumped up bodybuilder walks by]
- Michael Knight: [laughs] looks like the boardwalk Arnold Schwarzenegger.
- K.I.T.T.: And what exactly is an Arnold Schwarzenegger?
- Michael Knight: Well, what do we have here?
- [a bearded man in army fatigues arrives on the scene]
- Michael Knight: The resident Fidel Castro.
- K.I.T.T.: The other night I was parked in a garage that was so small, the mice were hunchbacked.
- Michael Knight: K.I.T.T., that is terrible.
- K.I.T.T.: Michael is my act dying?
- Michael Knight: No, but it's nog going to Vegas, either.
- Michael Knight: [Michael hears the motor of a car] K.I.T.T., is that someone coming or going?
- Rosemary: It's Rosemary. And why are you talking to your arm?
- Michael Knight: [responding through comlink] It's a van, Michael loaded and getting ready to leave the premises.
- Rosemary: [as Michael runs off] Come back any time?
- Michele: What can I get you?
- Michael Knight: Orange juice. Fresh if you got any.
- Michele: Sure you can handle it?
- Michael Knight: Yeah, I can handle it.
- Michael Knight: You're telling me you had no idea that Sonny was selling poisoned chemicals?
- Rosemary: Do I look like a chemist? I can barely type!
- K.I.T.T.: But seriously, I stopped for gas the other day and the service was so slow, by the time they filled me up, my upholstery was out of style.
- Paul Renard: Sorry I can't give you the antidote. But so you won't be too disappointed, I'm gonna give you the poison.
- K.I.T.T.: [Michael is succumbing to geranium poisoning] Michael!
- Michael Knight: Huh?
- K.I.T.T.: A friend of mine flew to Las Vegas yesterday and boy are his arms tired. I know a man who made so much money in Las Vegas, they're still looking for his body.
- Cindy Morgan: [extremely weak] Michael... we're not gonna die, are we?
- Michael Knight: No baby, we got a date, remember?
- Devon Miles: Congratulations! This calls for a celebration, and I have just the thing:
- Michael Knight: Ah, better be a good year...
- Devon Miles: [reveals a bottle of orange juice] Ah good year? It's an excelent year, 1984, squeezed this morning.
- [Michael groans in disgust]
- K.I.T.T.: Speaking of jokes...
- Michael Knight: We weren't speaking of jokes.
- K.I.T.T.: Did I ever tell you about my cousin who thought he was an orange?
- Michael Knight: No, but I got a feeling you're going to.
- K.I.T.T.: Well, we would have put him a way, except we needed the juice.
- [Michael is held in restraint by Renard's subordinates as his assistant, Eva, gives Michael a lethal injection of the poison]
- Paul Renard: And I can assure you that the concentrated injection will work much faster than the one diluted in the orange juice.
- [In a backroom inside the Catina, Eva, Renard's assistant, is tending to Michael "supposed succumbing" of the poison in his system; Michael then wakes up]
- Michael Knight: [weakly] Don't tell me I've died and gone to that hot place.
- Eva: Don't rush it. You've so little time left, why spend it on unpleasantries?
- [Eva kisses a "weak" Michael]
- Michael Knight: [sighs] Where's Renard?
- Eva: [chuckles] Michael Knight, true to your reputation. Drawing your last breaths and still fighting.