BOMB QUEEN: Sweet, I’ll buy it! Better yet, someone else can buy the car and I’ll just kill ‘em for it. I need some easy transport around my city. Of course, I’d have to reprogram KITT, but that’s no problem with my dedicated computer. Batman’s computer has nothing on my system. I’d turn KITT out like a bi-curious Las Vegas lounge singer.

SKRAP: They’re asking 150 G’s for KITT… and it doesn’t even talk!? you might as well just put a christmas light on the hood of an old Trans AM and call it a day.

ROB REILLY: Think of the poor bastard who purchases that thing and realizes that it’s now programmed with the character of George Feeny from Boy meets World. And I’d be sure to de-Hoff the car seats, gross!

CODE: The problem is it’s a talking muscle car from the ‘80s. The real muscle cars were from the ‘60s and early 70s. Why do I need a car that talks to me? Why does any real man? I can see it now:

KITT: Code I need gas.
CODE: Oh, you can talk but you can’t get your own gas?
KITT: I don’t have any hands!
CODE: Oh you can talk and ask for gas but you don’t have any hands. What good are you?
KITT: I help you fight crime!
CODE: How? All you ever did for Hasselhoff was warn him when someone was coming.
KITT. DAVID LOVED ME!!!
CODE: Really? Then why is he driving a Bentley and I picked you up on E-Bay?

SNAKE: Who needs a talking car that smells like Hasselhoff? I got a sedan that smells like monkey, and fat boy over here never shuts up.

LOU: How much for the A-Team van?