Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, honey.
Miss Lane, Mr. Kent.
The glass is always half full.
Clark, honey, you're not suggesting I stop following my own leads...
...at last able to put down roots...
Thank you. Thanks.
We've got several citizens who saw Lois Lane...
- How are you? - Fine. Just fine.
The truth is, Lois was pretty upset with him for hurting her credibility.
The prosecution calls Superman to the stand.
I can't explain how it works, I don't know.
Clark, why don't you give them a ride.
Lois, honey, are you afraid?
...I never thought it would be unfair to me.
- The hearing's over already? - Yes.
...2499, 2500.
So, yeah, you put me on the stand and do it pronto...
All right, Wolcott, time for phase two.
This is my wife we're talking about here.
Please state your full name.
A lot of bigwigs got wrongly implicated.
...holding all this stuff inside you.
The moment you move into your first home...
Hope.
Hasta la vista, baby.
The case of The People v. Lois Lane is now in session.
Any idea who might be after you?
Now this is good. This is good.
Then, I heard people arguing...
- Metro. - Detective?
Excuse me.
...that shot and killed Elroy Sykes?
According to Newlywed Magazine...
I mean, we can't very well have her just walking around free as a jaybird.
I spent years in prison developing it.
Objection, leading the witness.
Sykes almost ruined her career.
I'd have this whole room wallpapered in about three seconds, if I could just...
Because I want to get to the truth as badly as you do.
What's the DA doing here?
I better go. I love you.
Isn't that the most important thing?
Lois, I want you to meet a good friend of mine.
Anything that helps you isn't crazy.
Guys, I got ahold of Sykes' bank records.
Now, he may have had words with Lois, but that's as far as it went.
- Superman, what a surprise. - Mr. District Attorney.
...I totally freaked.
I describe it more father-daughter than editor-reporter.
The people of Metropolis...
Keep digging, Jimmy. And don't forget to check the old archives.
...we're gonna have to get...
Why bother?
Of arrogance.
Mr. Clemmons, would you care to cross?
Lois, I need you to tell me everything you know about Elroy Sykes.
You listen to me, Sykes was a first-class sleazeball...
Hey, hey, wait a minute.
I miss his arms.
Whatever you need, big fella, just name it.
I'm guilty.
There's nobody who can vouch for you?
You do trust me, don't you, Mr. Clemmons?
- I'm gonna go with you. - I'll be fine.
Murder? There wasn't even a clip in the gun.
- Lois. Honey... - I'm fine, really.