Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Looks like you came through for me. - Looks like you let me down.

You're looking at the Metro Club's newest bartender.

- You better go. She's here. - Who? How do you know who it is?

We've got to get out before the Toasters come back.

- You're not the type. - What's that supposed to mean?

- Mister... - King. Charles King.

I'm more concerned with results.

- Shall we talk over a drink? - Yes. I'd like to.

The engine ladders aren't tall enough to reach him.

I'd like to break ground on Lex Harbor sometime next month.

Besides, I'm first and foremost a professional...

No. I'd believe it.

Eyes ain't the only things that wander in this joint.

Lex, what were you doing at the club?

He's a friend of mine. He wouldn't hurt me or let anything slip.

Sounds like a good plan.

Yeah. We got an organization.

- Anything? - Nah.

back from the criminal elements...

Only after my brother almost ruined us.

- I thought I was hard on clothing. - Would you stop that?

You and the Metros, you're nothing.

I'd like to propose a toast.

Keep your eyes and ears open and we'll see about moving you up.

It's Clark Kent. I work at the Daily Planet.

Lex Harbor will change all of that.