Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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