Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...I think it's safe to say things are back on track, isn't it?

- Don't ever leave me again. - I won't.

...and should be trimmed to five-eighths of an inch.

I was an outsider there, incomplete, until I met her.

Well, now that the ice is broken...

So we're gonna become slaves too, see if we can't undo all this mess.

I just don't like slaughter being discussed like it's an inconvenience.

Well, maybe Kal-El has a plan of his own.

Up. Everyone, up, please. Up.

Want a simpler life. Simpler life.

I am your commander.

Well, "prisoners" is such a pejorative term.

Earthly force is useless against him.

...and the minute his back is turned, you're... You're...

The first few days of any marriage are bound to be strained.

There may be other incentives.

Zara and Kal-El do not have time for tiffs.

Yield to the forces of Nor!

Martha? Hello, Martha?

...and rule over New Krypton. - If Kal-El doesn't return...

Our master's convinced that hoards from New Krypton will follow him here.

And I really must insist that we do as I say.

...my credentials in the field of excruciating death are impeccable.

- Back to work. Clean up this green. - You, carry the rebel.

What are your feelings about being executed?

You feeling hungry?

- Locked. - Just rip them open.