- Devon Miles: Michael, what's this I hear about K.I.T.T. playing football?
- Michael Knight: I tell ya, Devon. K.I.T.T. is the next O.J.
- Jim Courtney: This belonged to a partner of mine. You remind me of him a lot.
- Michael Knight: No kidding, what was his name?
- Jim Courtney: Michael Long... a special guy. By any standard
- [hands over Long's old police badge]
- K.I.T.T.: Why do I feel like I'm entering the jaws of a cougar?
- Michael Knight: It's football fever, pal!
- K.I.T.T.: Well, I sure hope there's a cure.
- Michael Knight: Maybe it's time we started working together.
- Jim Courtney: [flabbergasted] Working together?
- Michael Knight: Yeah, Jimbo, working together!
- Jim Courtney: Now wait a minute, 'Jimbo', that's a name out of the past. What made you call me that?
- Michael Knight: I don't know, it just seemed natural.
- Jim Courtney: Natural, huh? Sure that's all it is?
- Michael Knight: Yeah I'm sure.
- Jim Courtney: Well, it's only natural for me to work alone. So forget it.
- K.I.T.T.: Michael, sometimes you really know how to hurt a guy. That car isn't fit to shine my bumpers.
- Michael Knight: Just remember one thing: we're on the same side here.
- Jim Courtney: Yeah? What side is that? If anyone smelled a little kinky it's you, Mr. Michael Knight. I checked you out. Up to two years ago, you didn't exist. Now do me a favor: disappear again.
- K.I.T.T.: [on the game of football] I place it's complexity somewhere above checkers and below world war two.
- K.I.T.T.: Michael, If you're going to use a multi million dollar system to read a 25 cent paper, you could at least read the front page. Be well informed.
- Michael Knight: Ok, wise guy, lay a little world, national and local on me.
- K.I.T.T.: That's more like it.
- K.I.T.T.: 22 men in mock war regalia knocking each other down for posession of an air filled bladder made of a pigskin... Well, some human institution confuse me but football is a total mystery.
- Michael Knight: I wish I could help you out, K.I.T.T., but it's a little like butter milk: either you like it or you don't
- Jack: [Preparing to race Mark and admiring his car] So this is the Dagger DX. I was beginning to think it only existed in your dreams.
- Mark Taylor: You'll find out it's for real soon enough. You still have any doubts, maybe we should up the stakes?
- Jack: Nah, fifty grand is enough. I hate to see a grown man cry!
- Mark Taylor: [Prior to racing] 3.8 miles, you think you can occupy yourself for a minute and a half?
- Stacy: Only if you promise to come back in one piece.
- Mark Taylor: I'm the man with a thousand lives!
- Stacy: Just as long as you save ONE of them for me!
- Mark Taylor: I'll do better than that - I'll save them all!
- Mark Taylor: [after Stacy is runover during a race] Jack, I'll take care of it. Go home, get drunk, I don't care! Just get out of here, keep your mouth shut! This didn't happen - TONIGHT DIDN'T HAPPEN!
- Devon Miles: [Speaking on KITT's video intercom] Michael, I expected you over an hour ago.
- Michael Knight: Whatever it is will have to wait.
- Devon Miles: I beg your pardon?
- Michael Knight: I'm sorry Devon I'm a little uptight. You remember Jim Courtney?
- Devon Miles: Courtney? Your partner when you were on the police force?
- Michael Knight: Yeah well, when you're a rookie, you don't have a partner Devon, you have a second father, and that's what Jim was to me.
- Devon Miles: What happened?
- Michael Knight: His daughter Stacy was in an accident last night - hit and run.
- Devon Miles: I'm sorry about that Michael, but I fail to see how that postpones our work.
- Michael Knight: Well, whoever did it left her lying alone in the street, and I'm gonna make sure I found out who it was and make sure he gets what he deserves! God knows Stacy didn't.
- Jack: Mark, Stacy is on the critical list! If she dies, we're accessories to murder! Now we gotta do something about this, we gotta deal with this thing before it's too late!
- Mark Taylor: Calm down! Just take a look around - everything you see, I own, and a whole lot more. Now you think I got all this by not taking care of little details? Believe me, it cost, but our alibi is covered.
- Jack: Tell that to Stacy's father - why didn't you say he's a cop?
- Mark Taylor: Jack, I have to buy other people. But I count on friends like you. Listen to me! You're overreacting. You're ready to be crucified on a billboard on Sunset Boulevard! Now all confessing is going to do is drastically lower both our lifestyles, it is not going to help Stacy!
- Jack: I guess you're right.
- Mark Taylor: Remember that the next time you start to panic!
- Mark Taylor: [Admiring KITT] Nice lines. Is it fast?
- Michael Knight: Yeah. I'd say it's about the fastest thing on four wheels!
- Mark Taylor: Oh! Now, that's quite a boast Mr Knight!
- Michael Knight: Why don't you try me? I mean you are the Number 1 guy at Racer's Edge aren't you?
- Mark Taylor: That's true. I'm also pretty busy, I got my boys to think about.
- [Loudly as his team exits the locker room]
- Mark Taylor: We're gonna win the Superbowl this year!
- [Ponders for a minute]
- Mark Taylor: I tell ya what, our Number 2 man can give you quite a race.
- Michael Knight: Well, I gotta start somewhere! Why not?
- Mark Taylor: Of course, Jack won't run for fun - fifty thousand is his normal wager. Still interested?
- Michael Knight: No, no, I'm excited! Time and place?
- Mark Taylor: 5pm, club track.
- Michael Knight: I'll be there.
- Mark Taylor: Beat him, and maybe I'll give you a run myself.
- Michael Knight: I'll hold you to it!
- Michael Knight: How's Stacy?
- Jim Courtney: The same.
- Michael Knight: Any objections to someone saying a prayer for her?
- Jim Courtney: Sure, she needs all she can get.
- Mark Taylor: [after Jack dies in a car race] I wonder why we do it.
- Michael Knight: So do I, Mr Taylor. So do I.
- Michael Knight: [after losing KITT in a race] Take good care of it, huh?
- Mark Taylor: Just be glad your car is the only thing you lost. Push me again and you're history!