Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- All right! - Bravo!

What're you gonna do about it?

- Let's do it. - I beg your pardon?

- I don't think so. - Why not?

Next. Lou. Numbers.

Here she is. Your leak.

Whereas you, my dear, had it all in the palm of your hand.

You ever try to milk a steer?

But for now, let's just start with bartending.

And I'm still the head of it.

At least my cover's still safe.

Recruiting's a snap.

You got something to say, save it for later.

Toni. It's the guy from last night. You said you wanted to see him?

- Excuse me. Is there a problem here? - No. No problem.

Thanks for the tip. I guess I owe you one.

A bright new jewel in Metropolis's crown.

Yeah, they get burned.

As of yet, I can see no fire apparatus on the scene.

Not gonna let me? How're you gonna stop me?

So, where were we?

Don't you wanna know what happened?

- What are you doing here? - I came to see the show.

I'm also afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

I think we've just been introduced to the Toasters.

- It's for your own good, believe me. - No!

That'll be the day.

Yeah. That would've been a real shame.

- I've had it with your mouth. - And I've had it with your stupidity.

Any of you who disagree are welcome to join Johnny in retirement.

I'm going to the police station.

Even to Metropolis's Women's Prison.