Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I saw his chest. It was a piece of metal.
What are you thinking?
I wanted to apologize for having left so abruptly the other day.
It's the only thing I know how to make for breakfast that doesn't require a toaster.
Who cares? The cops can't stop me.
I know. He's not real. I know.
Think about it, John. You can have anything you want.
I don't understand.
I don't understand.
They could've shot him 50 times, there's still not gonna be any blood.
... and I will call you as soon as I can.
Lois, I'm worried about Clark too.
Tell him, Emmett.
Well...
Why would you do that?
- Johnny! - In the flesh. So to speak.
...to power that worthless piece of tin.
Okay, gotta go.
...and then an envelope with an address, a return address...
- Now, how about giving us a hand? - Where's my money?
There must be some way we can get information.
Well, that's great, chief.
Then we'll meet somebody.
Listen, babe.
...out of steel.
I got great shots. Ones that can add another zero to the end of my paycheck.
- I... - He's stuck.
- We are just getting to know each other. - And why would I wanna know you?
- Guess you liked my work yesterday, huh? - Yeah, I liked it a lot.
Jimmy found out that robot was powered by uranium capsules.
And I want Superman to show up just as much as you do.
Let me tell you, there's some awful-smelling stuff people put in the mail.
And, no, it does not run in the family.
Another robot?
One day, you and me are gonna be sitting on top of the world. I promise.
Or they get a new wheel.
- Transaction canceled. - Where you going?
- Why don't you ask Perry for a raise. - Ask for a raise?
Remember, it's the squeaky wheel that gets greased.
Jimmy, I think it's time we had a talk about the quality of your work.
- How you feeling? - Okay.
...all LexCorp lab records are on file at Data Stor.