Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I just love the wood you chose for these bookshelves. Is it cherry?
Well, yes.
Took away my car with all the cool stuff in it.
All the terms of our agreement are in effect.
...if we weren't consumed by bitterness and rage...
- Well... - Superman doesn't lie.
Oh, thanks, Kent.
Tomorrow at noon.
Because this is Grant Gendell.
...and if it were up to me, it would stay that way.
... and I'm not having much luck narrowing the field.
Oh, yeah. I tell you, I am one lucky dude to have met Candy.
I hope you don't mind my calling you at work.
- Yeah. - Lois?
Now, unless they rewrote the dictionary, I see nothing ironic about that.
I saw through the front window, Bob was putting something away in there.
Listen, you're a doctor. Remember that guy I was telling you about?
...or any of its subsidiaries? - No.
Clark, do you remember that article I wrote on my favorite books?
That we're eventually gonna have to kill Lois.
Gendell's lawyer.
When have I ever let you down?
Used to have a whole platoon. Useless, every single one of them.
Aggressive on the court?
Let's talk chocolate.
- I hate Gendell. - I know you do, sweetheart.
I think that's what drove him into hiding.
You know they let almost anyone have a driver's license?
My chest tightened up, my head was spinning...
I want you to look nice.
Hi.
I don't know.
I know all about it.
- Mr. Denzler. It's Gendell's lawyer. - All right, Miss Lane.
Well, all right, then. Sure.
But more to the point, hon, we're gonna get all his money.
Hold on.
You have 40 seconds to reach the car.
- Hello? - What about you, C. K.?
People trust you. You write something good about me, people will buy it.
- Denzler Limited? - Yes.
...different from anyone else.
Get out, take a few risks, live.
- Bob, this is my wife... - This is my wife...