Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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