Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tempus tricked him into stepping into this time window, and then it exploded.
John Doe is a darn nice guy.
I keep thinking you own the Daily Planet.
He's gone.
Oh, Lois, ever the funster. Stop, my sides are splitting.
- Those were lined with lead. - But they were abandoned years ago.
But you have to admit John Doe really is...
So John Doe was a myth...
Just like it was easy for me to confuse you with Clark...
It's that strong.
I'll stay as long as it takes.
- At least get some rest. - I'm going in.
John Doe is papa.
The statue of you and Superman, honoring you...
Well, I'll be damned. He did it.
John Doe! John Doe! John Doe!
...the exact moment of Clark's disappearance...
He's sending it through the electrical wiring.
Anyway...
Finding him would be...
This is America, Garner. A man can dream.
A papa must know when to cut back on your allowance...
Contemplate your future as a charcoal briquette. It's soothing.
He's gone.
Clark, where are you?
That any thought of retrieving my Clark is hopeless?
I'll find out how real this inauguration is.
I may have succumbed to your device, but there are others who won't.
Spin? Never tried that.
The world gets pretty desperate without Superman.
I picked up a couple things from the market.
...I might be able to find him with the time machine.
Oh, he does, does he?
Lois. Wells here. I'm being held against my will...
I hope you don't.
That's why I'm here. I was visiting the future.
We really must be going.
Explosion? You mean like in John Doe's hotel room?
All that spandex must keep the blood from his brain.
...and discovers your fiendish alteration?
... for the 8th night in a row to celebrate the election...