Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I had to replace the one my thimble-brained cyborg crushed.

We met when I was in Washington.

Okay, you got me. I wanna borrow your clothes.

...is connected to Nigel and Gretchen Kelly.

Money and your freedom for the kryptonite.

Lex, you should be resting. This can wait.

Jimmy, why don't you take this over to Perry and tell him we're on it.

Some yahoo probably read something in the Planet he didn't like.

Just a group of thugs, all substance and no style.

...an ex-con named Ramine Tarbush.

There's another lamp on the other side of the couch.

Oh, really? You and what...?

Thanks for making it so easy.

I know who has it.

As long as I'm out, I can pick up those...

Mr. Luthor did not hire me for my congeniality.

...and a dozen thoughts went through my mind.

Lois, I wanna ask you something.

Always a pleasure doing justice with you, counselor.

...to clear this whole building out.

Well, I'll just pour us some more champagne.

Bobby, do you know an ex-con named Ramine Tarbush?

You're asking me out?

No, no. It's out of your way. I'll just send a runner.

- What? - Nothing.

Thank you, my dear. You're absolutely right.

When will you ever learn? I always get my way.

You know, it's a risk every editor takes.

- How do you know about kryptonite? - Look, I know someone.

I think so, if I can just figure out which wire to cut.