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not only does he have a snappy, punchy prose style...

in the senior citizens' home?

As you know, my newspaper, the Daily Planet...

- So, what's happening, partner? - Look what we got.

But Lois and Jimmy...

- Whoo! - Okay, Bresslaw, move these people out.

It's a quake. Look!

this old, diseased maniac...

Fresh fruit. Hey, lady, how about a tomato?

- Land. - Right.

- The greatest criminal mind of our time! - Of our time!

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Exactly how would you know that, Kent?

Okay, hold it. Hold it right there.

Sorry. Excuse me.

What's going on?

And I couldn't even save him.

I'm back, Mr. Luthor.

Maybe he'll lead us to the big man himself.

You just described the exact contents of my purse.

I wasn't just gonna say it. Go.

Don't tell me, he sends a check every week to his sweet, gray-haired mother.

By the time you return to the confines of your galaxy...

He's definitely coming, Mr. Luthor.

- It's no trouble... - No.

- All right, get it right, will you? - Yes, Mr. Luthor.

Yes, I was just talking about you.

What color underwear am I wearing?

There's no Z in brassiere.

By carrying this complex equation to its ultimate power, my son...

Can you picture the things I'm thinking of?

Army bird gaining altitude. Miss Teschmacher.

Take off, go back to Murphy's bar.

Tony, who is he? Mike, what's his name?

It's got everything. It's got sex, violence, the ethnic angle...

Don't Spit in his Mouth Don't Swallow

Certainly, I do. I know exactly where it's headed.

Thank you, Miss Teschmacher.

But as for the rest, it's nothing but a sick fantasy.

to make sure you-know-who answers a few questions he'd rather duck.

- I'm sorry. - Clark.

It's just that this planter must be made of lead.

He'll be odd. Different.

Rush is the best band of all time!

- Bye, Clark. - Bye, Clark.

Dick, where does he come from?

Well, I certainly hope this little incident hasn't put you off flying, miss.

Okay, let's go. Let's go.

- Hi. Can I come in? - Oh, yeah.

We get psychologists, sociologists...

How big are you? How tall are you?

given the exact location of the galaxy that he mentions...

- Can I help you with your coat? - Oh, yeah. Thanks.

...and they'll pay through the nose to get it.

Yeah, Superman. Double jeopardy.

We all have our little faults. Mine's in California.

I did it. I did it, Mr. Luthor, Miss Teschmacher.

Once trusted by this council...

Both birds uncontrolled.

M, as in moron, Otis? No, no, no. It's N!

Study them well, my son...

- Over and out. - Roger, Mother Bird. Over and out.

These indictments I have brought you today...

But a disaster, with people in danger, people who need help...

Millions of innocent people would die. The West Coast as we know it would...

I don't believe this.

Oh, well, Superman cares about everybody, Jimmy.

Well, putting it delicately...

Lois, Clark Kent may seem like just a mild-mannered reporter, but listen...

Oh, I see. I guess my arm wasn't long enough, see?

Oh, well, maybe next time.

there's telephone poles falling all over...

Mother Bird to missile convoy. Over.

planted at just the proper point, would...

Army bird still heading due east.