Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right, Superman.

Since I am absolute ruler, it follows you are my slaves.

Be patient, my lord.

Oh, yes, yes. Oh, Clark, I knew you'd come back.

We are humbled and grateful to greet you. Kal-El!

We've gotta get some water to all these people.

- You're not intruding, Trey. - So I see.

Keep it moving there.

Oh, don't you push me. Don't you touch me!

Brothers in bonds, I greet thee thrice.

...with the help of professional caregivers.

And who are you to insist we do anything?

See, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.

Oh, we're playing. Would you like to play too?

My lord, townspeople are begging for water.

...and the phone company doesn't know why.

Being without you, that was bad.

- They'll have their government to thank. - They'll all die slow and horrible deaths.

I couldn't stay away. Let's get out of here...

- What's that? - Someone has to stand up to you.

- You tell him, Lois. - Boy, should you be ashamed of yourself.

We're a caring planet, Leeza.

Well, if the FBI doesn't handle these things, who does?

- Jimmy? - Yeah?

...just because Krypton cannot solve its problems at home.

The field is basically a protective device to keep the town safe from intruders.

...to discuss the rapid transfer of global power to me.

- She will uncloak now. - It's a spacecraft, right?

Well, I gotta tell you...

- Palace? - Temporary palace. It floats.

Well, you should be ashamed of yourself.

Yes, well, in that case, I suggest you unhand your friend...

Villagers of Smallville...

Lois, this could be dangerous.

...and return to your troops, and your bride.

Well, it certainly wouldn't be allowed at home.