Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A cyborg? A robot with a human brain?

Oh, yeah. Yeah. But the docs say they can fix that.

Look, there's a report of a uranium theft dated last March.

I may not have a guy, but at least I am not throwing money away on some deadbeat.

The chassis changed, but I'm still Johnny.

You are the best.

Excuse me, miss, but this is the no-eavesdropping section.

The jerk couldn't do anything unless a mechanical device was involved.

Get in the car.

I wonder if it's a disgruntled ex-employee behind this.

I mean, they even branded him with a symbol.

- We'll find someone who can fix you. - Fix me?

...that doesn't do this much damage. Know what I'm saying?

And I wanna make sure all my bases are covered.

- You're done. - Hear that, doc?

I saw Pete in Sports ask for a raise, a week later he was gone.

All I know is I got dizzy and weak when I got near him.

You let a great opportunity just slip right through your fingers.

Yes, that's it. Just like the bunny.

I gotta get to a hospital.

There is nothing to fix. Haven't you been listening?

Now, is this little trip just for fun, or did you...

Clark! What the heck are you doing here? I thought I told you to take some time off.

You know, there's a major flaw in creating a man with a metal body.

Come on, let's go.

Perfect playmate for Emmett.

- Ain't I? - Oh, definitely the greatest.

Jimmy, you had a chance to shoot what every photo journalist dreams of:

Oh, darn, I forgot my card.

Okay, pal, drop the ice. Just back off, man.

We're from the Daily Planet. We're trying to locate your ex-husband.

Don't expect me to be rational.

This time we're going to use the neural sensory transmitter.

- How did you...? - Can't be funny, might as well be lucky.