Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I don't know what he did with it. - Ask him where it is...
So if you come, bring your stuff by my place and...
I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of West 57th Street.
Pretty much allow you to control the world, wouldn't it?
- Munch? - What?
...to help me guide the light into Superman's eyes.
And this is my assistant, Mr. Gomez.
I can kill you anytime, Miss Lane.
I'm a little bit turned around.
How could I do that?
Do you have butter?
Matt. Hi, it's Lois Lane. Oh, this is an emergency.
- I'm an eye doctor. - Okay, do something to his eyes.
Thank you. 555-0648.
Where the tumblers open up to the top of the cylinder...
If you do not sit down, I will turn Munch loose on you...
Go. Go.
Here it is.
Can I get you anything?
My motives are purely altruistic, I assure you.
Enough!
Who is this?
Because there are eight people on the planet...
...better than anyone who's ever lived.
Yes, you told me. And I told you I didn't see anyone.
Okay, doctor, catch.
Hello.
...they'll have a field day. - I understand.
- It's sort of private. - No, no, I just...
But if you wanna ask me, I probably won't say no.
I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were blind.
No, nothing as important as whatever you and Mayson are talking about.
- Should I tell him, or should I not tell him? - If you see Clark...
I tried to remember, I just don't.
Perhaps it is the same with the Kryptonian eye.
Thank you, Lois.
Please, Miss Drake, come sit down. We'll try and explain it.
Tell me, is that Dr. Faraday's knowledge or yours?