Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And my job is to uphold the truth...

I take it you can verify Lois Lane's exact whereabouts...

I'm still losing, aren't I?

Maybe someone wanted to frame me and kill him at the same time.

- Oh, well, gee, sorry. - That's okay.

Memo to self, cut Sykes in for a bigger piece of the cake.

Then, I'm sitting in the restaurant, minding my own business...

It may have fooled those dullards on the street...

Would you mind telling me what an average day inside is like?

Yeah, okay, but why don't you just relax for like a minute or even 30 seconds.

Breaking me out is, that's what you're thinking.

...and that is what I would do anything for.

...on her own recognizance. - But Lois Lane is a murder suspect.

Yes, Your Honor.

- Yeah, but... - We've been in worse jams before.

You would tell me, wouldn't you?

...and mean and forever as it gets.

Very well. Raise your right hand, please.

- But...? - Sykes' info was a little shaky.

Not only do you give me hope, you give the world hope...

Is that what you're trying to do now, Superman?

...because you're not gonna remember any of this after it's over.

...I stand for truth, justice and the American way.

...do you understand? - Are you crazy?

Oh, stop whining. I hate it when you whine.

You got the report already.

I wanted to announce that I've decided to help Mr. Clemmons...

Well, I better go.

- He starts pleading for his life. - Memo to self, cancel previous memo.

Then was it also some kind of hallucination...

Oh, I hope you don't mind, I've taken the liberty of inviting the press.

A hurricane that's mowing down our lives...

Not even a little bit?

And now it's time to return the favor...

I'd consider it a personal favor if you would release her...

You really do have friends in high places.