Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Let's get out of here. - Come on.

- You mind if I give it a try? - Go ahead.

- Surprise me. - Okay.

Like I'm really worried.

It was nothing.

There's a lot of things we need to talk about.

Excuse me. Excuse me, Daily Planet.

- Jimmy, get your camera. - On my way, Lois.

Any leads on Corbin yet?

Well, apparently not. You just told me I was wrong.

Where did you go?

...have no feeling in my body.

No, Angel, I think you were helping yourself.

They thought I was gold-bricking, didn't they?

It would've been hard not to, seeing how you were the only photographer there.

- It's me you want. - Oh, you got that straight, pretty boy.

You don't look so good, doc.

That and your senior-citizen discount should make up for it.

It was hideous.

I can't believe my intuition about men can be so far off.

I like. But you didn't get that nice of clothes with just my tip money.

But our job is to report the news exactly as it happens...

Or maybe you're upset I found someone who cares about me and you can't.

Believe me, I do not think you're fat. I just thought...

- Well, something different. - That's because you're an only child.

Worry that there's no money to buy the uranium capsules we need...

- Did you make it? - Yeah.

Those images that show us that we're alone and vulnerable.

What would you say if I told you that I hit the lottery?

Excuse me, inspector, can I see you outside for a minute, please?

I think I'm gonna be sick.

What a wuss. And I hardly laid a hand on you.

John, you're gonna be just fine.

That's why you didn't bring me any yogurt.

Yeah? Well, you failed. Because this hurts a lot.

That's good, baby. Thanks.

You know, what do they call a guy who's happy with his job? A gruntled employee?

- Keep up the good work. - Oh, stick a stamp on it.

Do I run on batteries, or what?

All right, John. You do whatever you like.

Stay here. Jimmy, call the police. I'm gonna go find Lucy.