Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I found an article in the library.

Superman, over here. I think he's having a heart attack.

Luckily, professor, you wrote everything down.

Come on, Mr. White. You're an editor, I'm a businessman.

You figure three slugs apiece ought to be enough?

Look, I've just about had enough of Masterpiece Theatre for one day.

I guess that should make me feel a little better...

Who'd know better than a look-alike agency about famous impersonators?

If you give up that right, anything you say may be...

Newspaperman, huh?

I brought you back so that you could help civilization, not hurt it.

I realized that playing around with life and death...

He even claimed that he'd found a way...

The coupe, out back.

Sure, but they got away with that car we were gonna use for the celebration.

- Did you get a good look at them, chief? - Oh, yeah, sure.

Chief, I have a fax you might wanna see.

I'm Clark Kent, and this is my partner, Lois Lane. We're from...

But more importantly...

I'd take you home, but there's something I have to do first.

He froze me with his super breath to preserve my tissue.

So, what's your name, huh?

I burned up my lab. I destroyed all my research.

But believe me, they did quite a job.

A ticket stub from the Cineplex. It could be a clue.

I never told him.

Give me some credit, Clark.

I can't believe this is happening.

That's right. Take a good look, sister.

Detective Wolfe, there's a call for you on line two.

What are you doing? This party is bad enough without you. Get out.

Hey, that ain't very ladylike.

Sure. I keep records of all my business transactions.

When did people start to fly?

He doesn't listen to Lois go off on some weird tangent and secretly love it.

Now, by honoring the Planet tonight, we honor Clark.

Professor Hamilton, what happened?

He died without ever knowing.

Seems Dillinger's already got a lawyer...

What is it that girl sings on the radio?

Let's just say we both know how to run an organization.

I think it belongs to you.

I'll tell you about it later.

...well, I started to think...

That vintage car the chief borrowed? It once belonged to the real Clyde Barrow.

You see, I could use someone like you...

I don't remember.

I just kept thinking about Clark...