Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Do you mind if I say something here?

He doesn't have to do that. He's your publisher.

And the pie chart...

Both of Y’all Acting like some Straight Motherfukkin Bitches

as a lovely parting gift.

Which you haven't.

Mr. Kent can speak for himself.

- All right. - How did she do that?

Me? You can sure dish it out but you can't take it.

Excuse me. The Mayor would like to have a moment with you.

I think he had a lunch date with Linda King.

Can we make it happen?

- That'll do. - There's a woman trapped on a ledge.

What's wrong with this picture is that we have no picture.

and my story because you were under the influence of your hormones?

Maybe, except he's so used to you doing it for him.

I wonder what she's wearing.

To drag us into a war.

Yes, sir. That's what I intend to do.

I wasn't sure that you were interested in moving our relationship...

Linda and I were best friends.

Now, what we need is a good scandal.

Of course, Paul fell for her and dumped me...

We're not starting this again. I'm here on business for the Daily Planet.

Breathe deeply, girls. The Freon's better than freezing to death.

So what do we do now?

Speaking of bodies, that partner of yours? Great one. Buns of steel.

Do you wanna go?

Listen, Linda, I'm warning you, stay away from him.

Lois, it's nice to see you, too.

but he was nice enough to give me a quote for my story.

Go ahead, mock me. You don't know the depths...

Lois, I love your dress. You're so lucky.

- She did it again. - What?

So bring a date.

A government to govern all governments

Why are you reading that tabloid rag?

Stay here while I go warn the Secretary.

Looking for your career?