Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

chances are pretty good it is a duck.
Clark, we're all in the gossip business.
Either the machine is broken again...
- Our story. - Seniority.
- Hi, I'm Jimmy. - What?
She hasn't checked in, and she doesn't answer her pager.
Is your name Lois Lane?
All my notes, my contacts.
Lois, chill. You're not here. You don't exist.
That little diaper thing they had you in made you look so cute.
Do you understand what I'm saying here?
I don't know, Lois. These look real.
That ship came streaking across the sky in front of us. It was hard to ignore.
Yeah? Check it out, Clark. These guys look serious.
Works for you, though.
I mean, you're not from Kansas. That's for sure.
Just tell me what's going on.
She was the wrong girl for him.
No one will ever replace you.
Clark, you really think this could...
See that agent over there? He frisked me twice.
They're too good. It's gotta be a setup.
Nobody in Washington wants to claim those boys.
You know, Mr. Kent, I really don't need a polygraph...
Sorry.
We know that, Clark.
And when I turn around, I expect you to be gone.
- I saw it. - You missed.
Do you need a ride?
Don't you backup onto floppy disks?
Superman, help!
and that some debris had fallen down from some kind of Russian satellite...