Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That doesn't make any sense.

It came to me like a bolt out of the blue.

...our little test went off just as planned.

I just saw Lois Lane leaving the building.

Yeah, real whiz kid. Millionaire by the time he was your age.

I'd stake my reputation on it.

There are also powder burns from a small-caliber weapon.

But now we've worked things out.

- I really need my razor and toothbrush. - We'll buy you a razor and a toothbrush.

I thought it was a slow news day?

Don't tell me you screwed up again.

I was... If I'd known you were coming...

- Lois, come on, she's just a kid. - You're on.

Sometimes I hate this job.

What are you saying?

Big deal. My mom signs your checks.

It's okay, Clark, you don't have to entertain me all the time.

We made the switches for the Ferris wheel's computer.

Lost in space, you mean

Here... Oh, here we go.

...because he's still shipping those switches, we need proof.

You do believe it was a mistake, don't you?

Stuart, you can't go back on your word.

Excuse me. Lois Lane, Daily Planet.

Lois, where's Roy?

Would 100,000 help?

It only shows two buyers.

...spring-cleaning.

Lois, can I see you for a minute, please?

Well, thank you.

Miss Lane, I'm head of research at Viologic Electronics.

You know, Wick disappointed me.

A crime's been committed. People have to know about it.

I don't even know where the unemployment office is.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm out there fighting all alone.

...all the defective switches to be shipped to a dump.

Oh, of course, they would hire Sheldon Bender as their attorney.

You think she'll like it?

Forensics just faxed this over.

All right, everybody. Listen up.