Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What is there to talk about, Lois?
Well, a little something I bought. I'd like us to donate to the museum together.
A couple of sighing, slack-jawed, self-pitying wallowers.
So get ready for some changes.
She can be very persuasive.
It's logical. It's even thoughtful.
Bomb? What's going on?
This was a lot better before we had some umpire that we never asked for.
It's like...
Great art, great food, lots of money raised for the Church Group.
Well, if it's all right with the nurse.
Superman, help.
-You cold? -A little.
And you're not alone anymore.
-Here. -Thanks.
I lost something very personal.
No pain, no gain.
This is great.
-You're serious? -T otally.
In a few minutes, this museum is going to be...
Come on, that's not a very sportsmanlike attitude.
And every Cost Mart is going to have a display of the world's great art...
You're kidding.
Next you're gonna be telling me you bought that lovey-dovey spew.
...and I wanted to be the one to tell you...
-l' m not mad. -Excuse me?
oh, Billy, I promise we'll visit your dad in prison every Sunday.
oh, boy. Things so bad between you two...
In fact, according to the computer register, he was never there.
-You tell him. Come on. -Boo, Superman.
Wait a minute. You're married to my father.
okay.
I'm really, really mad. Clark, I'm furious.
Clark, what's wrong?
Which would make the cops think Dad did it...