Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Funny. You don't look like the kind that can't read.
He's too close. There isn't enough time.
Sam, I talked to the Whitbys. I don't think they want to hurt anybody.
The people who run this company aren't buying timber. They're stealing it.
Frustration. Whitbys can't get a fair price for their timber.
I want you to set up a meeting with Sam and Jonathan...
(male narrator) Knight Rider...
I was afraid of that.
Come on, you're talking to Michael. Now, give me the gun.
Keep an eye on him. Excuse me.
Devon, I think I would have remembered you dancing on a table.
(KITT in Bronx accent) Hey, who turned out the lights?
(Michael) Tell me about it.
If it isn't a hot tub, I pass.
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.
Nowhere special. Just feel like getting out for a while.
Now, you want to tell me what's going on here?
Good. Then it's business as usual.
There's nothing I'd rather do than help put them where they belong.
That's right. The name's Nash. Gerry Nash.
[in Bronx accent] Mickey, ya gotta...
I don't like this any more than you do, Mickey. It's the pits.
Yeah, and the only way to do that is by operating illegally.
Really?
We've got timber that should have been sold and milled months ago.
Michael, he's going to try and stop the mill.
We have scaler's tickets for every log we... The tickets are forged...
That's why the Whitby's can't compete.
Thanks.
Michael, that oncoming truck is taking up both sides of the road.
Nash? Nash, I thought you took care of the job.
Having a good time? Yes.
This won't be the first time a big company got caught for swatting a little guy.