Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What on earth was I thinking?
...eight or 10 years ago.
This is going better than I thought.
The DA's office felt it might reassure you, Miss Lane, to feel our presence.
If Sykes was in on it, how come he ended up dead?
Okay, professor. Here goes.
- The firing pin. - C. K?
...Clark Kent, isn't she? - Yes.
I saw him take the clip out.
- Go on home and get some shut-eye. - Yeah.
Miss Lane, why did you kill him? Why did you do it?
I can't imagine how I slept all those nights alone before us.
"Yet" being the operative word.
He's working on getting you a first-class attorney, so you can get out of here.
I wasn't paying attention to where the gun was.
Not too fast. That's a positive sign?
Tamper with evidence in a capital case? I can't compromise myself like that.
...not even a well-respected figure like Lois Lane.
Order in the court.
Mr. Clemmons, your witness.
Maybe somebody ought to yell, "Help. "
...you'd want to know about the human spirit.
Help, help! She's got a gun!
No, I can't.
- Objection! - Withdrawn.
...that can cloud judgment or testimony with real feelings.
You're my wife and I love you.
Thank you. Thank you very much, gentlemen, ladies.
If you, or the indifferent system you serve...
Well, she's married to your close friend...
I think we know who the witness is.
...isn't that right? - Yes.
Gee, professor, thank you.
The district attorney and I hope you enjoyed your apricot muffin...
It worked.
...she was seen stalking a key witness with a gun?
- You see that? - She did that?