Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's a train station about two blocks from here.
Okay, sure.
Well, if you ever want to redefine yourself professionally...
I don't want the world to know that my partner is a doormat for women.
Of course. Yes, you wouldn't throw everything that you have away...
I know you'd just be using him to get back at me.
- What about you? - Just stay there.
Absolutely. Of course. Messenger! Get me a messenger!
This can't be true. It can't be.
- Secretary Wallace isn't dead. - Not yet.
and the Metropolis Star has been this dirty little puppy nipping at our heels.
Just get him out of the office long enough...
I'm not easily impressed.
You don't mean that. She doesn't mean that.
Hello, Charles, how are you?
- Is that the best we've got? - No.
Y’all Two Shut the Fukk Up & Sit the Fukk Down! This Ain’t No Thrilla in Manila, This is a Press Conference!
He's been hitting on me.
Hi, Lois, I thought we could get reacquainted.
By the by, what you're supposed to be doing...
- Our theory. - Right.
beyond just business.
Preston, even a busy publisher has to eat.
- See? - She's kidding.
I really couldn't give him much of an argument.
Check out the end.
Well, now we know how you got your job.
Yeah, a cable broke in the elevator. The car is dangling on the 75th floor.
according to this, is covering the Irani jewels...
That's what Clark told me.
You know, after the other night...
Now, I don't mean to be an alarmist...
Judging by the way the Star has been getting its stories lately...
- Drive the car! What are you waiting for? - It's not moving.
What are you doing here? You're gonna blow everything.