Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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