Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I saw her in here the other day.
- Two beers, Darla. - Coming up, Mags.
Fuck
that I never really stopped to consider that maybe
Can you help me get in touch with my home world?
What are we doing here?
Then I'll walk.
Doesn't feel good to have somebody encroach on your job, does it?
You're welcome.
And it was a mistake of me to misjudge you just because you're from Daxam.
Okay, I'm not here by choice.
Judging by that self-righteous glyph on your chest.
Place for off-world'ers to hang out, have a drink.
then it's no wonder this guy is trying to kill the President, right?
With our wayward Daxamite locked up, I don't think we'll have any problems.
This woman kidnapped Maggie Sawyer,
Our alien neighbors, they are no different.
Bye-bye, your highness.
I can transform, if that's...
Me?
Our escaped Kryptonian's been awake six hours
She thinks they should be ID'd like lepers.
- Ms. Luthor. - Lena, please.
I thought the Secret Service would pay closer attention to detail.
See, works perfectly.
My boss tossed it.
He beamed a signal directly at a planet called...
- Clear the warehouse. - Don't bother, your boy's gone.
Well, I'm glad to see you decided to give reporting a shot.
if you bring Zakkarian ale to the table.
Anyone ever tell you how pathetic that makes you look?
Watch out!
I tried everything to reach him, bring him back to the side of good.
I say that as an alien and as someone
Not feel so alone for a minute.
Well, that explains it.
Freeze!
Yeah, I know, that's... That's why I got out of there in a hurry.
My fellow Americans.
He landed on Earth last night in a Kryptonian pod.
It was an honor, Madam President.
My name is Mon-El.
She's not my President.
Sometimes I really miss Ms. Grant.
- It was a distress call. - Why were you sending a distress call?
Previously on Supergirl...
The desk needs all your copy by noon,
When Krypton was destroyed, the debris showered onto Daxam.
Nicely done, boss.
So, it seems kind of pointless to keep talking to you.