Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dutton Industries follows every Federal regulation to the letter.
No telling what we might run into.
I tell you what, you keep this between you and me...
and never catch Nash in the act, and you know it.
When was the last fire in Castleberry Grove?
He'd better not. I've had a crush on this man for as long as I can remember.
KITT? Yes, Michael?
We're trying to find out how much this mill pays for timber.
Okay, pal. Let her rip!
Not so fast. That's twice they were waiting for us.
You got your sights set on the wrong target. You ought to hear me out.
Yeah, talk to me about turning it...
He got here sooner than I thought.
Yeah. The more I talk to you, the more I think I'm dead on.
Deal.
Jonathan, Michael's right. It's time to face facts.
You get these to the authorities. Nash is mine.
Funny, KITT. That's very funny.
Let Dutton and Nash take away everything you and your parents worked for?
Got it, Michael.
I'm not going to move on him...
By the way, she's already transmitted...
Sam, Knight?
I'm sorry, but turbo boosting isn't one of our options at the moment.
Stop it! Call the security!
Betcha they're gonna be happier than a couple of off-duty cab drivers.
Now, as I understand it, each region has its own inspector...
Oh, before you go!
"Be productive, Sam.
'Cause, I'm gonna make youse an offer you can't refuse.
technical logging data to KITT.
Nobody's pirating any of my timber. Never have, never will.
I got it, Michael, but we better get moving.
a shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a man...
I'm afraid logging country is the best I can do.
Yeah.
instead of dealing with Whitby.
[explosions]
Michael, if someone wants to cut timber and give it to us for nothing...
It's true, Daddy. Michael's right.
A Bronx cabbie? Come on, stop putting me on, Mickey. I...
Devon, I want this assignment dropped.
Back off! Back off me, Dutton.
All I'm concerned about is a man's name and reputation.
Devon. Jonathan.
Not a chance, Devon. Everything leads to his door.