KITT: We hit a rock. It must have bounced up and hit me in the—
Michael: (confused) Now, what was that?
KITT: (speaking with a Brooklyn accent) Like I was saying, Mickey, I just took a helluva shot right between the eyes.
Michael: What's wrong with your voice, pal? You sound like a Bronx cabbie.
KITT: "A Bronx cabbie?" Come on, stop putting me on, Mickey.