Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

Then was it also some kind of hallucination...

...and mean and forever as it gets.

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

I'm still losing, aren't I?

And my job is to uphold the truth...

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

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

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

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

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

You really do have friends in high places.

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

Not even a little bit?

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

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

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

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

Yes, Your Honor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Very well. Raise your right hand, please.

You got the report already.

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

Well, I better go.

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

You would tell me, wouldn't you?