Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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