Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Listen, you're lucky we're not prosecuting you for illegal trespass.
Do you need help?
Well, not really since it's dark out, and it only came to me an hour ago.
That is his best friend.
He's that multimillionaire who took over Viologic.
Polls are meaningless.
...against the Daily Planet and you in the amount of $20 million.
- We'll be right back. - Oh, no, no.
Make me happy. Have some spinach stuck between your teeth.
- Could I have one, please? - Yeah, here you go.
I admit it. I'm jealous, all right?
Can't you just, you know, stick me in some other bureau or something?
Of course not. You can't trust anybody.
If they can trace the switches back to Viologic, it would ruin him.
Now, let's get something straight.
If it wasn't for Superman...
He's gonna be okay, Clar... Superman.
I would think so.
...and I was on the wrong side.
Maybe it was my fault.
- Thank you, Mrs. Kent. - You're welcome, Lois.
Hey, you wanna race? Loser buys cotton candy.
I'm not surprised.
- Security. - You forgot your replacement parts...
Now, how can that be, Wick?
A $20 million lawsuit would sink us.
Before I do, I need your word that if you write a story, you'll protect me.
Kind of a welcome-back present for Lois.
Come on in, hon.
It's past the babbling hour. Could you get to the point?
Yeah, well, I had the mumps in sixth grade. It kind of slowed me down.
By the time I got back, Eric Thorpe knew I was the leak.
Well, shield laws are great in theory...
Joey?
I have to admit, I'm nervous. I've never done this before.
So are my folks. Let's go.
...we're all one big, happy family again.