Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...so I can be home with you. - Okay.
...when Mr. Sykes was shot? - No.
Over my dead body.
Hell, happens to the best of us.
He was just her snitch, until he double-dealt her and went to jail.
Six feet, 5 inches of repressed anger and body odor.
- I love when you do that. - Yeah. How about this?
Seriously. This is an opportunity a journalist never gets.
Constantly.
Honey, stop it.
...maneuver the DA into prosecuting her.
Would you tell us about Ms. Lane's dealings with Elroy Sykes?
His neck.
I'd say that would be fair.
...wallpaper is not the first thing that comes to mind.
Way to go, Clark.
You've got it.
Angela Winters. It's a pleasure to meet you.
...that right after I released the defendant into your custody...
Yes, detective. That's us.
- He's dead. - No, he was due here two hours ago.
I can't believe you've been sitting on all your fears...
And even though I know the system can be unfair to some people...
...walked right through my body. - I see.
It's okay, Lois.
Maybe we can finally settle down and start acting like a normal couple.
Don't get cocky.
Nobody is above the law in Metropolis...
- Hello? - Lois Lane, Elroy Sykes.
Oh, Clark.
- A what? - A hallucination.
- The usual. - Dumb question.
Do you wanna keep the gun up higher, please? Thank you very much.
I was thinking, "Get the story. " That's what I was thinking.
It must have been some kind of hologram...
Sykes. I thought you were in...
The Caped Crusader!