- Devon Miles: LaSalle wouldn't even get 30 days for masterminding the theft of a can of shaving cream, but once the tri-hydrosulfaat-G is in his possession, we'll have him right where we want him.
- Michael Knight: [pointing a gun at Devon] Save the moral indignation, I've had enough to last a lifetime.
- Charles: And by the way, you can call me Chuck.
- K.I.T.T.: I can, yes, but why would I want to?
- Charles: Well, if I'm gonna be your new partner...
- K.I.T.T.: Unless I'm mistaken, Chuck, at this point, you're simply one of the many candidates being considered for the job.
- Charles: Well that's true, but when Chuck Wallyburton goes after something, he usually gets it.
- K.I.T.T.: To tell you the truth, Michael, it's not the waiting that bothers to me, it's the Dixieland jazz that goes with it. If I hear 'When the Saints go Marching In' one more time...
- Charles: [he and Devon are conversing about Chuck's possibly joining F.L.A.G., a prospect which Chuck likes better than his present job] Well, like I've always said, why shop for ground round when you've got top sirloin right on your plate?
- Devon Miles: [trying to keep a straight face and stern disapproving tone after K.I.T.T. has ejected Chuck into a pile of garbage bags and then sped off, but he is unable to keep his eyes from twinkling] I didn't see that, K.I.T.T.!
- Michael Knight: Well, I'd like to trust YOU, too, Linda, but I find it difficult after you put that drug in my drink last night.
- Linda: [meekly] Boyd told me to do that.
- Michael Knight: [in a contemptuous tone of reproachful disgust] Oh, I see - - and you always just do what Boyd tells you to, like a good little girl?
- Michael Knight: [LaSalle has just said he will off Linda and Mary Beth if Michael tries to double-cross him] Well, hey, she's your girlfriend, not mine - - why should I care what happens to her?
- Boyd LaSalle: [in a smug, "I'm wiser than that" tone] Somehow, I don't think you mean that, Michael, which is why I assume you'll make sure nothing goes wrong with the delivery - - nothing at all.
- Danton: [talking irritably on the phone with the resident computer technician; K.I.T.T. has jammed the security system so that the camera in Michael's room is no longer broadcasting to the security room's monitors; instead, a sports show is playing] You'd better get down here, Genius - - all I can see is SOCCER.
- [pause]
- Danton: Yeah, you know - - soccer... where you hit the ball with your HEAD?
- Michael Knight: Maybe you shouldn't park on the grass, huh?
- K.I.T.T.: Don't worry - I'll find a place for myself.
- Michael Knight: [Whilst on a stakeout] If you've gotta waste time, Devon, there's no better place to do it than New Orleans.
- Devon Miles: Lasalle's after the Tri-Hydrosulfate-G. Any idea what he wants with it?
- Michael Knight: Ten to one - sell it to the highest bidder.
- Devon Miles: [as Michael walks away with the Tri-Hydrosulfate-G canister] For Heaven's sake, be careful with that!
- Michael Knight: [With a wide-eyed expression] Piece of cake!
- Devon Miles: Good luck Michael!
- Michael Knight: [Looking at the can of Tri-Hydrosulfate-G and hesitating] Why can't we just fill this thing with shaving cream? It'll be a lot safer!
- Devon Miles: I know what you're thinking, Michael. What if Lasalle outsmarts us, and gets scared away?
- Michael Knight: Yeah.
- Devon Miles: Unfortunately we have no choice. Lasalle wouldn't even get 30 days for masterminding the theft of a can of shaving cream. But once the Tri-Hydrosulfate-G is in his possession, we'll have him right where we want him.