Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So?
Now that you're here, piece together a story from this mess for the afternoon edition.
Which would prove he's alive. Very clever.
Clark, this just isn't any beer.
And it's the last time you'll use it.
The Hawkeye satellite is now under our control.
You know, I think he's got the heart of a real newsman.
...that it's very coincidental for a man to take over a base...
- You know her? - She's one of my biggest fans.
See if they know any chants for missing persons.
Just what exactly are you chanting for?
Colonel Fane is planning on blowing up the base.
Hawkeye systems standing by.
And you ignored me, and that was that.
Well, I guess if you're not doing anything.
I couldn't have done it alone.
You're saying the stuff happening is a diversion?
Zero. Everything comes back "classified, access denied."
You and me both.
He said he'd stumbled upon military secrets...
What's the city like out there?
There's nothing Molly can't do with a computer system.
Where's your psycho boyfriend?
Yeah, right.
You mean, was pushed out by a man who likes to dress up like his girlfriend.
Well, yeah.
It's eerie. They must have every soldier from Fort Truman on the streets.
I didn't say that. All I said was she's not alone.
Tell me one technological advancement you would be willing to live without.
In the old days, a 14-pointer was slang for a reporter.
Superman, the Hawkeye's gonna blow up the base.
Lois, the cavalry came through. That was Storming Norman on shortwave.
Perry was right. Metropolis is just a diversion.
...the military and the media aren't exactly best friends.
What you are about to witness is a demonstration of the A.T.A. S...
- Right, chief, I'll get my camera. - Yeah, that would help.
...of an entire infantry platoon with pinpoint accuracy.
- Clark, do you think I'm judgmental? - No.
He got the name of that officer who investigated the alleged death of Wiley.
I'm sure we'll find something we can use.
Meet me outside in 10 minutes.
It's all right, I don't need a rest.
Jimmy, I want you to stick with me like glue.
Lois, if you're thirsty, say something.
I don't know. I can't think of anything else to do.
- Jimmy, time to get up. - I'm ready. I'm ready.
He's dead. What more do you want?
Stay here.
No, we haven't.
...by calming the organs of the body.
Now, go away.
- Okay. - All right.