Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Obviously, Emmett, the control mechanism picked up the radio signal from the cops.
You just made my job easier. Thanks for the ID.
Where are those photos?
That's not true, Perry. I told Jimmy not to take those pictures.
A superhuman pugilist. A true icon to technology.
John, listen to me.
Two previous arrests for grand theft auto, plea-bargained to probation...
Sir.
All right, go find me this metal head.
- You're hurting me. - I am giving you...
If we can find out where the capsules came from, maybe we'll find our Mr. Wizard.
Although you may be stronger than Superman...
What is that?
John, that wouldn't be a good thing for you...
I guess...
Don't mess with me, doc, because I am crazy enough to kill you both...
Johnny.
Thanks, Superman. Two other suspects took off in a green Chevy.
Nice catch.
Together, we will own Metropolis.
...this is the biggest page-one lead we had all year.
...well, frankly, full of holes.
He has to.
Jimmy, I will talk to you later.
My kid sister is dating a monosyllabic, illiterate goon.
Yeah, but I checked, and it's one of those private mailbox places.
I got somebody to see.
And I mean anything.
You do a very nice impression of a tree.
- You're still in the experimental stage. - Go slowly?
No. No, doc. I am going to make time.
It didn't backfire. It's a work in progress.
Look, the deal was for a living human brain delivered to my door.
Bingo.
Clark, that's not what attracts me. It's his intelligence and caring.
Oh, you don't wanna know.
What do you think I should do?
No!
Go ahead.
...but their password is some impossible alphanumeric code.
- Lois. - I'm sorry.
How you doing? I have heard so much about you.
Lois, look out!
This is the new inventory we'll offer at 10 percent.
- He's fine, he's just nursing some bruises. - I don't know why he doesn't contact me.