Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Right on time.
- The switch? - Yeah. One's a fake.
Mr. Doe, has anyone ever told you...
But I'm creating a new Utopia, Andrus.
I'll always love you.
Two-eleven in progress. 1214...
I thought filling out these forms would put me back to sleep.
Yes, Tempus. Fascinating case.
Why is everyone taken with a candidate they know anything about?
...I'm gonna have to ground you.
...my fear. It was stupid.
- You promise you'll use the stairs now? - Oh, I swear.
Well, then, you must be equally surprised by your sudden surge in popularity.
That man is history, sir.
- Well, of course there are, Randolph. - Yes, sir.
...and I know just where to hit him hardest...
No, I can't hear you. Hello?
Makes no difference to me.
Where is he? Where is he?
...the world your love made possible.
How long has he been doing that?
Gotta go.
Considering I'm your wife, I'm not sorry you did.
Because, see, we looked...
Rising in the polls everywhere except these small communities. Why is that?
But I see you've already discovered that.
Wow, I didn't mean to.
I did?
Excuse me, Superman. I'm Smithers. I'm with the FAA.
Lois!
Tempus must've gotten out of that asylum somehow.
This one goes out to Lois Lane.
What do you mean no number to the headquarters. You gotta do better.
Given that nobody really knows anything about you.
- Well, I don't. - I guess that explains...
Who'll stop at nothing to quench his bitter thirst for power.
Listen to me. They went out the window. I saw them.
He entered through a porthole from hell.
You're just saying that because I've got you tied to a chair...
Yours and mine.
Thanks.
- No telephones? - No, sir.
Lois! No!
John Doe?