Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He wanted me to go out and get a new watch for him.
I couldn't find any signs of a mind-control device in the phone system...
Oh, he has, has he?
The writer?
Don't you know what happened?
...a new friend told me to trust in myself.
...and I believed her.
- You know. - Sorry if I disturbed you.
I knew, given time, you'd find something fun in common.
I'm glad you're here.
...and as a bonus, the destruction of Superman.
...and dad.
Lois, I'd really like to help.
...he may just disappear.
Oh, my God. Superman, I did a terrible thing.
Mr. President, you were the other side.
No, you won't. You are alone, Lois.
Now, look, Mr. President...
What's he doing here?
You killed your parents at age 3, and it's been downhill ever since.
- Lois! - Clark!
Then I shall be on my way. Perhaps I can locate your Clark.
I tried to stop him, sir.
And in that place we're your parents?
- Tempus kidnapped me. - What?
It's like having Clark, but not.
- Lois! - Clark!
It's Tempus.
- I wish I knew exactly, Martha. - Lois, are you sure he's gone?
...and when to shoot you.
No, I don't want a martini.
Mr. Wells?
Maybe he can be found.
...that's actually out of time as we know it.
In the next 48 hours, it could diminish until it vanishes into nothing.
Well, you look nervous, Lois.
But I'm getting bored with you, Herb.