Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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