Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Toots just quit. Says she's scared that the Toasters could come back.
- It's him. - Superman.
Not stupid. Inefficient. Misdirected. Out of date.
You skip.
Lou.
Sure. Okay. Go on.
I don't trust him.
Anything I should know about here in West River?
We'll talk some more about this later. Right now you just stay there...
The problem is that Clark here would rather lose the scoop...
Come on, Johnny, let's go.
Why just four? Why not 40, or 400?
And yet another blaze, presumably a case of arson...
I'm sure they'll have a nice toasty cell waiting for you.
- How did you guess? - I asked.
For what?
If the rats don't get to you first.
- You said you had a job for me? - Bartender, right?
Speak for yourself.
Thanks for worrying, but...
Save room for a sidebar on Toni Taylor. I've just been saying goodbye.
It seems that Superman has been able to reach the man in question.
Well, it's exactly how I pictured your apartment.
- You'll be okay now. - Superman!
or I'll be back at the truck stop slinging hash.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?
- Is this really necessary? - You got the money?
If that's the way you guys feel about it, I'll...
Get me whoever's in charge of the Arson Investigation Unit.
I didn't come here for a handout.