Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

As you know, my newspaper, the Daily Planet...

- Can I help you with your coat? - Oh, yeah. Thanks.

not only does he have a snappy, punchy prose style...

- Over and out. - Roger, Mother Bird. Over and out.

Exactly how would you know that, Kent?

And I couldn't even save him.

planted at just the proper point, would...

I did it. I did it, Mr. Luthor, Miss Teschmacher.

Army bird gaining altitude. Miss Teschmacher.

By carrying this complex equation to its ultimate power, my son...

Lois, Clark Kent may seem like just a mild-mannered reporter, but listen...

- I'm sorry. - Clark.

There's no Z in brassiere.

Oh, well, Superman cares about everybody, Jimmy.

Oh, I see. I guess my arm wasn't long enough, see?

I don't believe this.

Okay, hold it. Hold it right there.

But Lois and Jimmy...

Sorry. Excuse me.

- It's no trouble... - No.

You just described the exact contents of my purse.

Once trusted by this council...

Well, putting it delicately...

Yeah, Superman. Double jeopardy.

Fresh fruit. Hey, lady, how about a tomato?

Both birds uncontrolled.

I wasn't just gonna say it. Go.

These indictments I have brought you today...

- Hi. Can I come in? - Oh, yeah.

What color underwear am I wearing?

M, as in moron, Otis? No, no, no. It's N!

- Bye, Clark. - Bye, Clark.

- All right, get it right, will you? - Yes, Mr. Luthor.

But as for the rest, it's nothing but a sick fantasy.

Yes, I was just talking about you.

Oh, well, maybe next time.

Take off, go back to Murphy's bar.

Millions of innocent people would die. The West Coast as we know it would...

Thank you, Miss Teschmacher.

What's going on?

It's a quake. Look!

How big are you? How tall are you?

- Whoo! - Okay, Bresslaw, move these people out.

He'll be odd. Different.

Can you picture the things I'm thinking of?

Certainly, I do. I know exactly where it's headed.

- So, what's happening, partner? - Look what we got.

Don't tell me, he sends a check every week to his sweet, gray-haired mother.

He's definitely coming, Mr. Luthor.

We get psychologists, sociologists...

in the senior citizens' home?

We all have our little faults. Mine's in California.

But a disaster, with people in danger, people who need help...

Dick, where does he come from?

Tony, who is he? Mike, what's his name?

there's telephone poles falling all over...

Army bird still heading due east.

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Rush is the best band of all time!

It's just that this planter must be made of lead.

Don't Spit in his Mouth Don't Swallow

given the exact location of the galaxy that he mentions...

By the time you return to the confines of your galaxy...

Well, I certainly hope this little incident hasn't put you off flying, miss.

It's got everything. It's got sex, violence, the ethnic angle...

I'm back, Mr. Luthor.

Study them well, my son...

...and they'll pay through the nose to get it.

this old, diseased maniac...

Mother Bird to missile convoy. Over.

- Land. - Right.

Maybe he'll lead us to the big man himself.

to make sure you-know-who answers a few questions he'd rather duck.

Okay, let's go. Let's go.

- The greatest criminal mind of our time! - Of our time!