Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Superman, you are the one being exploited here, and I've got an idea.
Calvin, if you win a lot of money, then can we tell people we're married?
Me? Why me?
He's a guy that can say yes or no to companies marketing new drugs.
Septiema 2, 2007
So, what are we to learn...
- Thank you. - Sure.
- Like, a date? - Yeah. Like a date.
I thought about what a jerk I was.
Lois, there are things going on you can't know about.
- Listen to him. - Next you'll tell us that we're all gonna die.
I'm a musician.
Whoa, Lois. You know that's not personal.
Careful, I might get jealous.
The dust. Oh, I'm blind. I'm blind.
I can't go on being two people anymore.
You wouldn't know art if it jumped up and bit your kneecap.
...and how I can make a difference.
Superman...
He hasn't been himself lately.
... and a thankless job it is for them.
Septiema 24, 2007
You ruined my life!
...I would like to know, why do you want to be Superman?
What's the problem?
You know, we let ourselves get distracted...
Don't worry, it won't.
You need a lawyer?
...or downright liars, because...
I haven't sorted it all out yet.
Your Honor, this witness has been excused.
What are you, a greeting card on steroids?
Could we just go over my options?
Much better, Mother.
To help us through the never-ending attempt to understand ourselves.
They stand alone, at the center of the universe, whining for more.
Listen, I've never been sorry that I've saved anyone's life before, Mr. Dregg.
Septiema 6, 2007
I'm not gonna run, Lois.
I thought I knew how to fight them all.
I mean, he's the one you had a date with. Where's he?
Leave your name, number and the purpose of your call.
Might just put the final nail in the coffin of his career, eh?
You don't understand anything.
Septiema 26, 2007
You're a waitress, for God's sake. You serve slabs of dead cow to fat businessmen.