Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Here. -Thanks.
Well, if it's all right with the nurse.
And every Cost Mart is going to have a display of the world's great art...
And you're not alone anymore.
This is great.
It's like...
So get ready for some changes.
Clark, what's wrong?
I'm really, really mad. Clark, I'm furious.
In fact, according to the computer register, he was never there.
-You're serious? -T otally.
-You cold? -A little.
You're kidding.
Next you're gonna be telling me you bought that lovey-dovey spew.
I lost something very personal.
Well, a little something I bought. I'd like us to donate to the museum together.
In a few minutes, this museum is going to be...
-l' m not mad. -Excuse me?
oh, Billy, I promise we'll visit your dad in prison every Sunday.
A couple of sighing, slack-jawed, self-pitying wallowers.
No pain, no gain.
What is there to talk about, Lois?
Great art, great food, lots of money raised for the Church Group.
It's logical. It's even thoughtful.
-You tell him. Come on. -Boo, Superman.
Wait a minute. You're married to my father.
Come on, that's not a very sportsmanlike attitude.
Bomb? What's going on?
...and I wanted to be the one to tell you...
This was a lot better before we had some umpire that we never asked for.
She can be very persuasive.
oh, boy. Things so bad between you two...
Which would make the cops think Dad did it...
Superman, help.
okay.