Michael: KITT, can you hear me?
KITT: Michael, is that you?
Michael: Yeah. You okay?
KITT: No, I'm not okay. I'm nowhere near okay. Most of my functions are out of order, and I'm being treated like a side of beef.
Michael: Where are you?
KITT: In the garage, and it's not a pleasant experience.
Michael: I'm not exactly in the Palace Hotel either. Don't worry, we'll get out of this.
KITT: I certainly hope so. Police impound would be preferable to the company I'm forced to keep now.