Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No one is to be tagging along.
Hold on. Lois! Dr. Klein on line three.
The children of the night. What beautiful music they make.
Right now, we're in "possible friendship," stage one. Next...
Where do these guys cross?
Well, the experiment went awry and Gregg's body was flooded...
Thanks, I think.
He's here.
...I say we move quickly into stage two.
"Do you mind? Help!"
Well, there is the glasses and then there's this:
I'm sorry, a fly in your chardonnay is not ironic.
- There you go. - Because there's no need to be.
Completely against my better judgment, I am on my way to meet with you.
Anyway, blah, blah, blah, let's talk dessert.
Maybe.
Say, have you heard this song about the fly in some girl's chardonnay?
Well, I would've thought that Grant Gendell could hire a driver for you.
- Did you? - Yeah, yeah.
Magnetism, of course.
...do you smell something burning? - What?
Are you okay?
Until then, we've got to take care of him.
To good friends, who will maybe remain friends for the rest of our lives.
... the car will leave without you.
- Like this? - No.
Once again, recording devices are unacceptable.
I'm okay. I feel pretty good.
...but when Lois opens up, she's quite a talker. In fact...
Nice shot.
Well, where's your security?
I hope this isn 't too much of an imposition.
I mean, he's a lot like me.
That looks great.
Good afternoon, Miss Lane.
They all lived in Metropolis.
It's for revenge.
Lois, I never felt anything like that.
If Bob hadn't been in an industrial accident...
I want to make up for all the bad things I've done.
I'll tell Superman to keep an eye peeled.
How soon can you be downstairs?
It's running all over the world that drives me crazy.
I'm locked in here 24 hours a day, paranoid...
- NIA again? - We'll see.
When are these people gonna leave us alone?
Mr. Gendell.
Because that's... Oh, I have to get this.
Well, reassuring as that is, there's an assassin named Deathstroke...
- Dr. Klein, this is Clark. - I think I may have turned up something.
How did this Mr. Gregg survive?
I'll do the same and...
You want to be me? What are you, brain dead?
Neither am I.