Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You sure this is gonna work? - Please. Who are you talking to?
Unfortunately, no, no, no.
I just never get over how well defined you are.
And I... I discovered something...
- Skip on down, reverend. - Till death do you part?
Where's Lois?
The bad news is...
How can we ever repay you?
That must be what triggered the curse.
Find me Sir Charles, now.
Because...
Aren't you two supposed to be on your honeymoon?
And in your case, Tempus, I do choose never. Literally.
- Clark? Who's Clark? - Clark...
Yeah, I think so.
Now.
Apparently, you were left on their doorstep as a child.
- It completely undermines your credibility. - Baron...
Oh, not now.
Great.
- Can you whistle? - What?
Why are we here dressed like Robin Hood and Maid Marian...
Let's just make him walk home in defeat...
- You know what I was thinking? - We need to get back to our honeymoon.
...a cosmic fingerprint, if you will.
You know, I know this is our first time and everything.
Like a... Well, a narrator in a play.
Wait a minute.
Oh, here, let me help.
Which means Tempos wasn't able to marry her.
Not bad for no super powers, huh?
...tried this before.
Be sharp, he's a crafty one.
What do you Yanks call them?
I don't even wanna know who you are.
I only duel nobility.
The one thing you can't force: my fidelity.
A moment we're destined for.
Really?
Sir Charles is to leave the country, never to return.
Tempus a king? We don't even have kings.
Which is precisely why I want you to duel the Fox.
Here goes.