Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe we can finally settle down and start acting like a normal couple.
It's okay, Lois.
I was thinking, "Get the story. " That's what I was thinking.
Angela Winters. It's a pleasure to meet you.
I'd say that would be fair.
- Hello? - Lois Lane, Elroy Sykes.
...when Mr. Sykes was shot? - No.
Hell, happens to the best of us.
Seriously. This is an opportunity a journalist never gets.
- He's dead. - No, he was due here two hours ago.
...that right after I released the defendant into your custody...
- I love when you do that. - Yeah. How about this?
Six feet, 5 inches of repressed anger and body odor.
...so I can be home with you. - Okay.
The Caped Crusader!
His neck.
Way to go, Clark.
Sykes. I thought you were in...
Honey, stop it.
...wallpaper is not the first thing that comes to mind.
Do you wanna keep the gun up higher, please? Thank you very much.
...walked right through my body. - I see.
Over my dead body.
Oh, Clark.
- A what? - A hallucination.
Yes, detective. That's us.
- The usual. - Dumb question.
He was just her snitch, until he double-dealt her and went to jail.
I can't believe you've been sitting on all your fears...
Constantly.
Nobody is above the law in Metropolis...
You've got it.
Don't get cocky.
...maneuver the DA into prosecuting her.
Would you tell us about Ms. Lane's dealings with Elroy Sykes?
It must have been some kind of hologram...
And even though I know the system can be unfair to some people...