Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I am an engaged man.

- Right, right. - Represented by the Council of Elders.

Now, wait a minute, I didn't necessarily mean you or Clark.

This fact never appeared in my briefing manual.

I know we've talked about it, and you know what I said then?

- Superman. - Cool outfit.

What? I was just thinking with all this hard work they could both burn out.

There's the target, gentlemen.

Resist me, and die.

Don't be so insufferably dull.

Almost, but not.

Keep trying the Kents. There's something wrong with the Smallville lines.

Kal-El and Zara, married since birth. In accordance with the laws...

If? He's holding an entire town hostage.

Left arm remains straight.

Disturbing news, my lord.

And, yes, it does make me sick to see Zara with Kal-El.

A floating palace. It will take us to New Krypton.

Well, at least you're here with me.

Now I'm asking myself questions. Oh, this could be a problem.

Chief. Trouble in Smallville.

...yeah, I'm kind of a nut that way.

Where do I start?

Oh, what are their business hours? Hello?

Well, we have to do something. We have to tell someone.

Ran, Drull, do you see what's happened?