Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But more importantly...

If you give up that right, anything you say may be...

Seems Dillinger's already got a lawyer...

What is it that girl sings on the radio?

Sure, but they got away with that car we were gonna use for the celebration.

The coupe, out back.

You see, I could use someone like you...

What are you doing? This party is bad enough without you. Get out.

I realized that playing around with life and death...

So, what's your name, huh?

Chief, I have a fax you might wanna see.

I just kept thinking about Clark...

When did people start to fly?

But believe me, they did quite a job.

He froze me with his super breath to preserve my tissue.

I'll tell you about it later.

Luckily, professor, you wrote everything down.

I don't remember.

Let's just say we both know how to run an organization.

Professor Hamilton, what happened?

Detective Wolfe, there's a call for you on line two.

...well, I started to think...

He even claimed that he'd found a way...

He died without ever knowing.

Who'd know better than a look-alike agency about famous impersonators?

A ticket stub from the Cineplex. It could be a clue.

You figure three slugs apiece ought to be enough?

I'm Clark Kent, and this is my partner, Lois Lane. We're from...

Now, by honoring the Planet tonight, we honor Clark.

I guess that should make me feel a little better...

I can't believe this is happening.

I'd take you home, but there's something I have to do first.

Newspaperman, huh?

- Did you get a good look at them, chief? - Oh, yeah, sure.

I found an article in the library.

Look, I've just about had enough of Masterpiece Theatre for one day.

Come on, Mr. White. You're an editor, I'm a businessman.

Superman, over here. I think he's having a heart attack.

I brought you back so that you could help civilization, not hurt it.

Give me some credit, Clark.

That's right. Take a good look, sister.

I never told him.

I burned up my lab. I destroyed all my research.

Sure. I keep records of all my business transactions.

I think it belongs to you.

Hey, that ain't very ladylike.

He doesn't listen to Lois go off on some weird tangent and secretly love it.

That vintage car the chief borrowed? It once belonged to the real Clyde Barrow.