Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, Johnny, let's go.
It seems that Superman has been able to reach the man in question.
Get me whoever's in charge of the Arson Investigation Unit.
Speak for yourself.
You skip.
I don't trust him.
Sure. Okay. Go on.
Toots just quit. Says she's scared that the Toasters could come back.
I'm sure they'll have a nice toasty cell waiting for you.
- You said you had a job for me? - Bartender, right?
- How did you guess? - I asked.
I didn't come here for a handout.
Well, it's exactly how I pictured your apartment.
The problem is that Clark here would rather lose the scoop...
Thanks for worrying, but...
Lou.
Anything I should know about here in West River?
And yet another blaze, presumably a case of arson...
Save room for a sidebar on Toni Taylor. I've just been saying goodbye.
Why just four? Why not 40, or 400?
We'll talk some more about this later. Right now you just stay there...
or I'll be back at the truck stop slinging hash.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Not stupid. Inefficient. Misdirected. Out of date.
- It's him. - Superman.
If that's the way you guys feel about it, I'll...
If the rats don't get to you first.
For what?
- Is this really necessary? - You got the money?
- You'll be okay now. - Superman!