Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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