KITT (quietly) : Michael, are you feeling better?
Michael (confused) : KITT? Where are you, buddy?
KITT: In the parking lot, Michael.
Michael (smiling) : How long have you been there?
KITT: Since they brought you here nine days ago. You have no idea how many baby carriages and wheelchairs have bumped into me. So, if for no other reason, other than my dignity, please get out of that hospital bed!
Michael: Soon, pal, soon.
KITT: Michael, we both know you're strong enough to leave now. If you're going through an emotional crisis, having trouble resuming your life again, I may not be able to solve it, but I'm ready to listen.
Michael: Problem is, I don't know what life I wanna resume again ... if any.