Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Good.
...I'm in prison.
...and the woman who stole his body.
Angela and I went through the mosh pit twice.
Believe it.
- Yes, sir. - And, Nigel, stop the "sir."
Do you know the story of the phoenix?
You've had time to think about it, time to plan what to say...
They've identified the woman in the photograph as Gretchen Kelly.
Don't be embarrassed. That's what friends are for.
After everything you've done.
Not that I'd like this to be our first date, I'd like something nicer.
Of course. Last I heard, he's been living out on the streets.
- What does that mean? - We got less than a minute...
Look, he did not become editor because he knows how to yodel.
Imagine my good luck, running into you two days in a row.
If you need anything during the night, just call. I'll be right out here.
I can get it for you.
Lex, whatever you're planning, I shouldn't hear about it.
Oh, look. Gretchen, the rats have a voracious appetite tonight.
I didn't say nothing.
Me. I'm the joke.
If anyone's insane, you are.
Nigel St. John. He used to be Lex's personal assistant.
So that's how Bender disappeared without anybody seeing him.
- What my client is saying is... - I know what he's saying.
First things first.
It starts here at the Metropolis Men's Prison and ends at the courthouse.
Empty.
Being a photographer is more dangerous than we thought.
How did you know that?
What? No, I don't want money, Lois.
The director from the homeless shelter called.
- Just tell me how much. - Lois, I want you to go out with me.