Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dutton Industries follows every Federal regulation to the letter.
We're trying to find out how much this mill pays for timber.
He'd better not. I've had a crush on this man for as long as I can remember.
"Be productive, Sam.
Sam, Knight?
I'm afraid logging country is the best I can do.
You get these to the authorities. Nash is mine.
Okay, pal. Let her rip!
Yeah, talk to me about turning it...
By the way, she's already transmitted...
All I'm concerned about is a man's name and reputation.
Yeah. The more I talk to you, the more I think I'm dead on.
Devon. Jonathan.
technical logging data to KITT.
He got here sooner than I thought.
KITT? Yes, Michael?
Let Dutton and Nash take away everything you and your parents worked for?
Devon, I want this assignment dropped.
No telling what we might run into.
A Bronx cabbie? Come on, stop putting me on, Mickey. I...
and never catch Nash in the act, and you know it.
Betcha they're gonna be happier than a couple of off-duty cab drivers.
Funny, KITT. That's very funny.
Nobody's pirating any of my timber. Never have, never will.
[explosions]
Deal.
Back off! Back off me, Dutton.
Now, as I understand it, each region has its own inspector...
Michael, if someone wants to cut timber and give it to us for nothing...
When was the last fire in Castleberry Grove?
I got it, Michael, but we better get moving.
'Cause, I'm gonna make youse an offer you can't refuse.
Jonathan, Michael's right. It's time to face facts.
Oh, before you go!
I'm not going to move on him...
I tell you what, you keep this between you and me...
It's true, Daddy. Michael's right.
instead of dealing with Whitby.
You got your sights set on the wrong target. You ought to hear me out.
Stop it! Call the security!
Yeah.
Not so fast. That's twice they were waiting for us.
Not a chance, Devon. Everything leads to his door.
I'm sorry, but turbo boosting isn't one of our options at the moment.
a shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a man...
Got it, Michael.