Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If you tilt your head to the right and squint your eyes a little...
You ought to take a look at the things in this case. They are not.
They like to be called "freedom fighters." And they want a little...
Griffin's parole officer called this morning.
And then, one day, I found in my locker...
Here he is. Mick Barrows.
Okay, great. Tell chief we're on it.
Oh, no, of course not.
A wrong number. No problem.
Randall Loomis. He must be the one behind this. He still lives in Metropolis.
Thank you.
Chief, I'm fine.
- Lois! Lois! Lois! - Hey, slugger. Batter up.
Fifteen minutes.
Give me the box. I'll give you the babe.
...did I ever tell you how much time I spent in prison?
- Did the lab call? - Yeah.
Well, it's a slam dunk.
Yeah, real romantic.
- This is so embarrassing. - Well, open it up.
Long time no see. I'm gonna kill you."
That shit's bangin Uh-huh
...to set a simple alarm.
What is it?
Oh, girl, just get a grip.
No. No. No, not jokes.
When Lois and Clark first sniff that Ghetto D
And nobody gets paid enough to be able to afford a rock like that. Not even me.
I've been waiting five years to even the score with Lois Lane.
- What's that supposed to mean? - Nothing. I was paying you a compliment.
That's the damnedest thing I've ever seen.
How long is this gonna take?
He's dead.
Well, is it important? Anybody could've tracked that in here.
This fella sure knows how to clear a room.
- Oh, my God. - Who's Kyle Griffin?