Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You hear me, Trask?

Just keep your hands off my copy.

Don't sign anything, don't accept any deliveries.

You don't think she'll laugh in my face?

August 2, 1947.

Let me explain something to you.

Yeah, you're right. It was just a hunch. It didn't pan out.

Just about your age.

But you wouldn't be human if you didn't have some questions.

Perimeter's been penetrated.

Are you Superman?

During the time you both were alone...

drop what you're doing and get over here now!

- Mr. Thompson, Lois Lane. - Please.

Yeah. And leprechauns are agents of the IRA.

Do you know something that you haven't told us?

If your real parents don't care enough to raise you...

Flying to 10,000.

Have either of you ever had to keep a secret? A huge secret?

I'm not here. I'm not staying.

Yes? Send them in. No, you stay right where you are.

I never thought about asking you for advice about women until now...

Don't you see? It's a cover-up, big time. That's what's going on.

Yes. It was part of you, Son. And I just couldn't do it.

- Chief, I think people have the wrong idea. - Really?

How did you know that I said that, anyway?

C.K. I Know You Love Cat & Lois Like Sweet Karo Syrup on

Why don't you give him a few minutes to freshen up first?

We figured we'd destroy that spaceship so nobody would ever have any evidence...

- I guess I can work at home then. - Home? Anywhere but home.

just a nibble at a time, but it adds up.