Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I have some Pop-Tarts.
I still think it was a rotten thing for you to do.
Thanks for keeping it light.
...and don't take no for an answer.
But you have to play the hand that you've been dealt.
I am Dr. Bannergy, from STAR Labs.
- Are you all right? - I'm fine.
You don't seem to grasp that you're in a life-or-death situation, Miss Lane...
Why are you flying so slow?
Superman, how are you?
- Come here! Give me your money. - Help me.
Lois, Superman is a strong young man, inside, where it counts.
Well, I guess that's it.
They deserve fair treatment.
- Thank you for saving me. - You're welcome.
- Are you hungry? - No.
Oh, Clark, honey, of course we're here.
Okay, thanks, Matt. I appreciate your help and your discretion.
I prefer doctors with live patients.
How you doing? How's the investigation going?
The dead man, Dr. Faraday, was a genius.
Excuse me, sir. I'm sorry. Could you tell me...
- You're incapacitated. - Wait!
Dr. Bannergy will be very happy to see your friend Superman, Miss Lane.
No. No.
- Well? - You first.
- Oh, I don't think so. - Then we have a problem...
You're forgetting that we do have a bargaining chip.
- I really don't know. - All right, I will humor you.
We're the only ones who know how to retrieve it.
Come now, and come alone.
And I'm sure everything will be fine by tomorrow.
Well, it's just not like Clark to be late without calling in.
I just think knowing is better than sitting around all weekend not knowing, right?
It's okay, Harry, he's a doctor.
- Good, let's call the police. - No.
I don't understand how Clark could go away for the weekend...
I just want some oolong, really.
I guess it would help if I knew what to look for.
But if you feel so strongly about it, be my guest.
...bats their eyes at them, even Clark.