Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, my God.
Disturbing news, my lord.
- Superman. - Cool outfit.
...yeah, I'm kind of a nut that way.
Now, wait a minute, I didn't necessarily mean you or Clark.
- Right, right. - Represented by the Council of Elders.
I know we've talked about it, and you know what I said then?
Well, at least you're here with me.
I am an engaged man.
There's the target, gentlemen.
Lord Kal-El?
Ran, Drull, do you see what's happened?
Chief. Trouble in Smallville.
What? I was just thinking with all this hard work they could both burn out.
Resist me, and die.
Almost, but not.
Don't be so insufferably dull.
Kal-El and Zara, married since birth. In accordance with the laws...
Now I'm asking myself questions. Oh, this could be a problem.
Well, we have to do something. We have to tell someone.
Oh, what are their business hours? Hello?
A floating palace. It will take us to New Krypton.
This fact never appeared in my briefing manual.
Left arm remains straight.
If? He's holding an entire town hostage.
Ready?
Keep trying the Kents. There's something wrong with the Smallville lines.
Where do I start?
And, yes, it does make me sick to see Zara with Kal-El.