Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, I realize that you probably have everything under control.
... but thanks to Superman, no serious injuries.
No, not really.
By God, we're gonna be the only paper in this city to have a morning edition.
Cook is a satellite engineer.
In the future, ask.
- Jimmy, is this the best we have? - Yeah, I'm sorry.
More than the military's official story would be helpful.
Because I'm the reason you're in charge, and I'm the man that will make you rich.
Just lacks a little endurance.
What was I supposed to do? I hated him.
- You wanna tell me what happened? - Somebody pushed me out the window.
Molly's a computer engineer.
That opens up a world of possibility.
Unfortunately, she thinks she saw me on the testing grounds yesterday.
...when there's trouble brewing at home.
This thing's blurry. This thing's completely out of focus. This thing's blurry. This thing's completely out of focus.
Did that reporter from the Planet call?
- Don't be ridiculous. - I'm serious.
You got money from the ATM.
There are hundreds on this base. They'll never get out in time.
Round us up some typewriters.
Remote voice-activated. Cool.
Set your target, fire.
- And you too. - Thanks.
- Hey! - Hey!
Shots of the accident, just out of the soup.
That would make an interesting interview.
But she, and now you, are both about to disappear without a trace.
Lois, that is a direct quote from Molly's book.
Death affected your brain cells.
Let's get to the command center.
That's not Ryan.
Commence firing in 10, nine...
- You think that's gonna work? - Of course it's gonna work.
This was taken at a weapons demonstration.
So?
Perry, is that you?
What kind of sophomoric claptrap is this?
Oh, no. Lois Lane, Andy Tucker.
They'll be looking for Molly.
- Nice meeting you. - You too.
Although you do have your little quirks.
...and the Army was out to kill him.
Clark, do me a favor.