Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ultraviolet light is invisible to the naked eye.
Lois, have you seen Clark? I need to talk to him.
Faraday has obviously used it on this reporter babe.
I'm not hungry. Thank you.
- No. Do you want some? - If it wouldn't be too much trouble.
Someone shined a light into my eyes, a purplish light.
...after he stopped teaching at the university?
- Excuse me? - Dr. Faraday's device?
- Munch? - Over here, doctor.
Do you have any oolong tea?
- I thought Clark was bigger than that. - She came on to him.
His experiments were funded by a wealthy eye doctor named Harold P. Leit.
- That way. - No, that way.
No, you've gone too far. Up, up. A little more.
But of course, your eyes are so much more important than this.
Now. Now. Now.
No wonder it wouldn't work, Lois. It's not a pen, it's a flashlight.
Disposable products, disposable relationships...
- A terrible thing in the wrong hands. - Yes.
That reminds me of the time I first became an editor.
Oh, Miss Lane.
...he completely forgot that his parents were coming to visit this weekend.
Or you can trust me.
Munch.
Lois, the coroner's here. He's a doctor.
- Hi. - I want you to know...
Now, remember, Martha, he's not Clark.
- I wish I could help. - Oh, you did help.
555-0648. 555-0648.
Because I really do believe that we're all put here on this earth...
- Is he okay? - Yes, dear, I imagine so.
...had anyone on staff who might be able to help me.
Oolong sounds wonderful.
I have no idea what happened.
- So? - So if the police go charging in there...
How do you know?