- K.I.T.T.: How did it go, Michael?
- Michael Knight: Fenton's definitely our man. But he sure plays a mean game of chess.
- K.I.T.T.: Chess, the two of you played chess?
- Michael Knight: No, I mean the man's got ice in his veins.
- K.I.T.T.: Oh dear, that does sound serious.
- K.I.T.T.: I must say, Michael, this adventure does have a certain appeal.
- Michael Knight: [looking at a pretty young model being photographed] Yeah, I see what you mean.
- K.I.T.T.: Think of it, we're fugitives of a sort. Desperado's on the lam. We must be extremely careful, if we're careful we could end up on a chain-gang.
- Michael Knight: Chain gang? That's the 30s, pal. I'd end up in the pen stamping license plates. And I'd probably be making them out of pieces of you.
- K.I.T.T.: They'll never take me alive.
- K.I.T.T.: Aren't we rather foolhardy to move at our present speed and make ourselves quite so visible to police officers? After all, we are fugitives.
- Michael Knight: No time for hide and seek now.
- K.I.T.T.: Very well, but it defies criminal logic.
- Peter McCord: On the way here I reviewed all the reasons for facing you like this. I was going to atone for my sins. I was going to redeem myself in Lisa's eyes. I was going to martyr myself to save thousands of innocent people. But you really wanna know the truth? I'm here because I'm tired of running. Tired of hiding, tired of living half a life. I'm not afraid to die anymore, Eric.
- K.I.T.T.: Michael, I have a confession. I'm rather pleased our life of crime has come to an end.
- April Curtis: [sits down on Kitt's hood] Well now, that makes two of us.
- Michael Knight: What's the matter? Tired of living in the fast lane, pal?
- K.I.T.T.: No, it's simply that my research indicates that not one vehicle or steed of a noted desperado ever received the acclaim of its owner. Nor did they share in any of the criminal profits. It's quite clear: crime doesn't pay.