Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...she'll get the hint and go away.
- Isn't it? - Yeah, yeah.
Does this mean we've made up?
Plain cake donuts, right?
- Phone records? - Yeah, you know, on the hacker story.
If one of us gets the job, how are we gonna handle that?
Please try to understand. I need your support. Please?
The computers! They're making the system overload.
It'll take her a while to get all this sorted out.
You superheroes are so predictable.
Okay, good. Because I need your help, all right?
...learning how to deal with each other's shifting lives.
Well, yeah, but you read that stuff already?
Good.
He's gonna kill us.
Well...
Let's let the lady do some work.
...let's see just how invulnerable you really are.
Now we're apart. And it hurts me too, but what am I supposed to do...
...by someone tapping into the computers. Could be him.
- You kidnapped me, Ethan. - So?
If I were editor.
"Wow" is right. What are we gonna do?
- You got a minute, Lois? - Oh, yeah.
- Yeah, sure. Okay. - Ralph? Ralphie!
He's not on that anymore. Just put them anywhere.
- Does this mean you're not mad anymore? - Are you okay?
Ralph here.
Let me know when you're caught up.
- Wasn't supposed to be able to do that. - Yeah, but look how much it drained him.
...I won't be hanging my hat here anymore.
Nuked, point-blank, took all those blasts...
Superman, it's happening again.
- Get out. - Swear to God.
Like Brutus, and Booth, and Oswald before us...
I mean, wow, wow, wow.