Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I tried to stop him, sir.
It's like having Clark, but not.
Maybe he can be found.
Mr. President, you were the other side.
No, I don't want a martini.
Oh, my God. Superman, I did a terrible thing.
He wanted me to go out and get a new watch for him.
And in that place we're your parents?
You killed your parents at age 3, and it's been downhill ever since.
Mr. Wells?
I knew, given time, you'd find something fun in common.
No, you won't. You are alone, Lois.
Oh, he has, has he?
Lois, I'd really like to help.
...he may just disappear.
- I wish I knew exactly, Martha. - Lois, are you sure he's gone?
In the next 48 hours, it could diminish until it vanishes into nothing.
...a new friend told me to trust in myself.
Then I shall be on my way. Perhaps I can locate your Clark.
I'm glad you're here.
It's Tempus.
- Lois! - Clark!
The writer?
Now, look, Mr. President...
What's he doing here?
- You know. - Sorry if I disturbed you.
...and as a bonus, the destruction of Superman.
I couldn't find any signs of a mind-control device in the phone system...
...and dad.
...and when to shoot you.
- Lois! - Clark!
...that's actually out of time as we know it.
But I'm getting bored with you, Herb.
...and I believed her.
Don't you know what happened?
- Tempus kidnapped me. - What?
Well, you look nervous, Lois.