Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I am your commander.

...my credentials in the field of excruciating death are impeccable.

And I really must insist that we do as I say.

Well, "prisoners" is such a pejorative term.

- Locked. - Just rip them open.

Well, maybe Kal-El has a plan of his own.

Want a simpler life. Simpler life.

So we're gonna become slaves too, see if we can't undo all this mess.

Zara and Kal-El do not have time for tiffs.

Our master's convinced that hoards from New Krypton will follow him here.

- Don't ever leave me again. - I won't.

Martha? Hello, Martha?

What are your feelings about being executed?

Up. Everyone, up, please. Up.

I was an outsider there, incomplete, until I met her.

...I think it's safe to say things are back on track, isn't it?

There may be other incentives.

I just don't like slaughter being discussed like it's an inconvenience.

The first few days of any marriage are bound to be strained.

Yield to the forces of Nor!

...and rule over New Krypton. - If Kal-El doesn't return...

Earthly force is useless against him.

You feeling hungry?

Well, now that the ice is broken...

...and should be trimmed to five-eighths of an inch.

- Back to work. Clean up this green. - You, carry the rebel.

...and the minute his back is turned, you're... You're...