Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Only unhappy endings allowed here, Lois.
Hi.
It's time you chowderheads all got let in on a little secret.
Fifteen...
...the one wild card's still that copycat Superman of yours.
This is where I would say, "Checkmate. "
- Lois, are you all right? - Tempus is evil.
...from that other universe to this one.
- Oh, I'm sorry. - I'm dreadfully sor...
Let me go, you goon.
Back in the '50s, Metropolis built a series of fallout shelters.
My boy, I never say "impossible. "
Are you kidding?
Well, I would have preferred "Hail to the Chief," but everything in time.
This stuff was damaged in a little explosion we had here.
Where's my brain? I just thought...
If my Lois had lived, my world would be a better place.
He comes from the future...
This is for you, prez:
...they may move up the inauguration.
...and he's always wanted two things:
Do me a favor. Pick me up some new suits and a new watch.
Let you know John Doe just did a very wise thing.
- Just shameful. - I'm really sorry.
He's Obviously Still Delusional!
We must arrive at precisely the moment I've chosen, or he's lost.
He's getting his message out through the phone system.
We will prosper under one big roof...
It just doesn't seem like Clark is dead.
You're a regular Jack Webb.
It's almost as nice. Better, even.
We seem joined at the hip, you and I.
All right, I'll be there.
This interview's over.
I know this sounds awful, but I really don't want you here.
Perry, it's Lois.
- No, I almost kissed you. - No, I...
...but the longer Clark remains in the time warp...
...thank you for the huzzahs.
Let's wrap fish in the Constitution and chuck all the old laws.
Lois?
Oh, I see.
You know...
Only two that I can think of, and that number's about to shrink.
...I have adjusted the machine so that only I can operate it.
The new president. John Doe.
All of a sudden I got these warm, fuzzy feelings about John Doe.
...but I promise you it will never ever, ever, ever happen again.
- Shut up and get over there. ...all will be well.
I know.
I've gotta stay close. I have to find a way to beat Tempus.
Computer codes for this century are so primitive it's laughable.
I know who he truly is...