Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I'm still the head of it.

A bright new jewel in Metropolis's crown.

Here she is. Your leak.

Next. Lou. Numbers.

Yeah, they get burned.

So, where were we?

That'll be the day.

- Let's do it. - I beg your pardon?

You ever try to milk a steer?

You got something to say, save it for later.

- All right! - Bravo!

Recruiting's a snap.

- What are you doing here? - I came to see the show.

I'm going to the police station.

Even to Metropolis's Women's Prison.

Toni. It's the guy from last night. You said you wanted to see him?

Yeah. That would've been a real shame.

- Excuse me. Is there a problem here? - No. No problem.

What're you gonna do about it?

Thanks for the tip. I guess I owe you one.

- I don't think so. - Why not?

As of yet, I can see no fire apparatus on the scene.

Don't you wanna know what happened?

Whereas you, my dear, had it all in the palm of your hand.

- I've had it with your mouth. - And I've had it with your stupidity.

I'm also afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

I think we've just been introduced to the Toasters.

But for now, let's just start with bartending.

Any of you who disagree are welcome to join Johnny in retirement.

- It's for your own good, believe me. - No!

At least my cover's still safe.

Not gonna let me? How're you gonna stop me?