Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Devon, I think I would have remembered you dancing on a table.
If it isn't a hot tub, I pass.
We've got timber that should have been sold and milled months ago.
Sam, I talked to the Whitbys. I don't think they want to hurt anybody.
Now, you want to tell me what's going on here?
We have scaler's tickets for every log we... The tickets are forged...
That's why the Whitby's can't compete.
Yeah, and the only way to do that is by operating illegally.
Thanks.
Nowhere special. Just feel like getting out for a while.
I want you to set up a meeting with Sam and Jonathan...
Michael, that oncoming truck is taking up both sides of the road.
I don't like this any more than you do, Mickey. It's the pits.
[in Bronx accent] Mickey, ya gotta...
The people who run this company aren't buying timber. They're stealing it.
Come on, you're talking to Michael. Now, give me the gun.
He's too close. There isn't enough time.
Frustration. Whitbys can't get a fair price for their timber.
(male narrator) Knight Rider...
Having a good time? Yes.
Good. Then it's business as usual.
That's right. The name's Nash. Gerry Nash.
(KITT in Bronx accent) Hey, who turned out the lights?
There's nothing I'd rather do than help put them where they belong.
This won't be the first time a big company got caught for swatting a little guy.
Yeah, well, it's a long shot, KITT, but there's a chance...
No, no. I'm not with the police. I just want to talk.
(Michael) Tell me about it.
Keep an eye on him. Excuse me.
Really?
I was afraid of that.
Michael, he's going to try and stop the mill.
Funny. You don't look like the kind that can't read.
Nash? Nash, I thought you took care of the job.