Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bloodiest in recent memory.
Crass commercialism.
Or it was after. Or before or after. I don't even know anymore.
You worked so hard for it.
I had to bring it up the freight elevator.
Well, yeah.
It's just gonna die. Pine needles all over the floor.
- I know. That plane wasn't due until 7. - No, no...
It's almost time.
Jonathan, you have to relax.
...which is why I try not to, frankly.
It was something different. A presence.
- Doris? - Hi, honey.
Don't say a word. I don't want to talk about it.
When your family heard you'd be starting a new job here at the bank...
No problem.
- Superman. - This isn't the solution.
...gnomes, and leprechauns, imps.
It hit me like a wave.
...I'm not doing anything to them.
Always gives me a brain freeze.
...let me give you something.
Well?
Your mom gave me some great advice on women.
My parents are already here. Took an earlier flight and then...
Jonathan!
But...
To love.
Oh, Clark, your parents are here.
Know all about the secret identity thing.
- Mom, Dad. - No, son. No.
Thank you, Santa.
I found references throughout human history of magical beings...
See, in the past, when I used to come here...
Your floor, sir.
- Who is it from? - Right. Right.
Or do you accept banishment and leave their world to me...
I'm sorry. I don't what it is about the holidays that does this to me.
I love you the most, babe.
...they start to fall apart.
...but there was one thing that kept turning up.
"Love...
Five-alarm fire at Bedford Street Children 's Home...
Do not rob this bank.
Oh, 7:00.
Look, Mr. Goody-Two-Boots...
Left me with two teenage daughters and a mortgage.
I'm taking over, you hear?