Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My name is Mon-El.
He beamed a signal directly at a planet called...
The desk needs all your copy by noon,
She's not my President.
And it was a mistake of me to misjudge you just because you're from Daxam.
Not feel so alone for a minute.
- Ms. Luthor. - Lena, please.
Can you help me get in touch with my home world?
Well, I'm glad to see you decided to give reporting a shot.
- Clear the warehouse. - Don't bother, your boy's gone.
I saw her in here the other day.
Anyone ever tell you how pathetic that makes you look?
Doesn't feel good to have somebody encroach on your job, does it?
Sometimes I really miss Ms. Grant.
My boss tossed it.
Me?
What are we doing here?
if you bring Zakkarian ale to the table.
Our alien neighbors, they are no different.
My fellow Americans.
then it's no wonder this guy is trying to kill the President, right?
Freeze!
She thinks they should be ID'd like lepers.
I tried everything to reach him, bring him back to the side of good.
Nicely done, boss.
- Two beers, Darla. - Coming up, Mags.
With our wayward Daxamite locked up, I don't think we'll have any problems.
It was an honor, Madam President.
- It was a distress call. - Why were you sending a distress call?
This woman kidnapped Maggie Sawyer,
Previously on Supergirl...
He landed on Earth last night in a Kryptonian pod.
that I never really stopped to consider that maybe
I thought the Secret Service would pay closer attention to detail.
Okay, I'm not here by choice.
You're welcome.
I can transform, if that's...
Well, that explains it.
Place for off-world'ers to hang out, have a drink.
I say that as an alien and as someone
Fuck
When Krypton was destroyed, the debris showered onto Daxam.
Judging by that self-righteous glyph on your chest.
So, it seems kind of pointless to keep talking to you.
Watch out!
Our escaped Kryptonian's been awake six hours
Yeah, I know, that's... That's why I got out of there in a hurry.
Then I'll walk.
Bye-bye, your highness.
See, works perfectly.