Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank you, Michael. I was about to ask if you had any approach to this predicament.
You got proof of that? No, but I know where to get it.
We got enough power here.
and a Brahma bull the next?
(Dutton) Pirated timber? That's absurd!
I hope you're not going to ask me to drop this case.
You sure did. For starters, I want to see...
Who said that?
These guarantee it.
the guests danced on tables until sunrise.
Yeah.
(Michael) We're going to catch him red-handed. Right there.
Had to be Nash the first time...
Look, it's not over until you stop trying.
somebody's pirating that timber and Nash is slapping these tickets on them.
[in Bronx accent] That's 'cause you guys got no idea...
And we stick it to anybody who isn't.
Hey, Erik, what's wrong?
Come in, Dave. Dave?
I know. I mean, he told me that you'd be keeping an eye on the Whitbys.
that the Whitby's are just a couple of hard-working people...
If that tree wasn't from Castleberry Grove...
Because I knew I couldn't fail you... No, stay back!
Give them a little CO2 action, will you, pal?
No, take it easy.
There are 2,300 jobs at stake here!
Mr. Knight, you don't know what you're talking about.
I won't tease you about your New York accent...
of popping off when you don't get your way.
Expertly felled, Michael. Thanks, pal. All right, let's get the pickup.
You must have taken someone else.
I'm not getting a set of horns for a hood ornament.
Thanks, pal. You just saved us from a serious barbecue.
Still no reason to vandalize a man's house.
Of course, Dutton's mill is the only one around, but he won't buy it.
Well, after what you said to that cowgirl in the hip-hugger chaps...
You got a badge to back them?
First one's a slug. Next one's a birdshot.
Is there another way out of here? Yeah, in there, come on!
He accused me of having an accent.
And I wouldn't recommend it if that's where you're headed.
I hear it, but I don't see it.
KITT, analyze this ticket.
Go!
tell them we don't want Michael here. Tell them all to go.
Nash is certifying stolen lumber.
into a pile of toothpicks, will you?