Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- A mailman, anybody? - No one. I was all by myself.
I'm sorry, honey, but I'm under oath.
Sometimes, but not today.
- Think I can get a hypoallergenic pillow? - No.
What new evidence?
Oh, I've known Lois...
This is ludicrous, I never left the house.
...not because it's political.
Well, we're gonna go check into the Metropolis hotel.
- Do you want to win or not? - Of course I want to win.
Hey, you are no criminal.
- Please state your name for the record. - My name is Perry Jerome White.
Mom, Dad.
Here on Metro 103, the heartbeat of Metropolis.
...just because we're married, are you?
So if you can't take it...
I'm okay.
You do want to get to the truth, don't you?
Every gun leaves a distinctive firing-pin indentation on the bullet casing.
Superman, please.
Well, if I was a suspicious person, I would say it smacks of conspiracy...
Than you'd expect. I just thought that would be something...
Fact is, she forgot all about Sykes the next day.
I just don't want you to go alone.
And stop slouching.
...that I was special. - Honey, you are special.
I'm bored.
- No, let's get this... - No, let's get this over with.
...Lois.
- You cheated. - Where did you come from?
...you pointed the gun at him, and it just went off.
No, I got 500 more.
Personal effects, please.
Me either.
I bet she was furious.
- Until he went to prison. - That was just before you and Lois met.
Do I?
Why?
Well, that was fast.
I suggest you keep your emotions in check, Mr. Kent.