Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dr. Faraday developed a device which can carry knowledge on a beam of light...
Do you know anybody who might have some idea of Dr. Faraday's whereabouts...
Listen, C.K., when a girl gives you her phone number...
I don't like this.
In bodies of uniform density, the center of gravity...
Yeah.
I have absolutely no idea how to pick a lock.
You just have to align the tumblers to the shear point.
Munch does not entirely enjoy hurting people...
Lois, are you okay?
Okay, I will tell you what it is...
Thank you.
- I'm sure Mayson was... - I heard the call on my scanner.
Tell me, Miss Lane, does Superman always appear...
Oh, my.
...I understand how you feel, son.
No.
The information's in her brain.
You're an assistant D.A., not a cop.
Do you know when he'll be back?
- You know where it is, don't you? - Yes.
Not a good idea.
Like Frankenstein.
Munch, retrieve the device, please.
That would be fine, if I had a clue what "shear point" means.
You find them?
I don't know.
What?
Easy. Easy.
Munch...
...when you find yourself in mortal danger?
Well, you're his partner, aren't you?
All he had to do was show up. Why would he give that up?
Well, it's a two-step process.
Superman?
Yeah.
I say, if you wanna know something, go to the source.
Lois, let's you and me go get these tea-drinkers some oolong.
- Want him to look you over? - No, thanks.
...but I'm not sure that's a theory I wanna test right this instant.
I do not know what happened, of course. How could I?