Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, Clark, I'm glad to see you. Listen.
We talked for an hour. I felt like I've known him all my life.
...so you don't leave all the obvious signs of murder.
Well, what's to lose? It's broken. We'll fix it tomorrow.
And you are going to back me up.
- Excuse me. - We're partners.
I'm sure if you get elected we'll have a lot to write about.
I meant talking to a reporter.
I have been spending my days cleaning up a mess he should have handled.
- Someone tried to drown us. - Oh, my God.
When doesn't a copier need service?
Mr. Hofferman, is there something I can help you with?
No, because of my compulsive obsession to always outdo everybody...
I have a friend at the Transit Authority.
We know who you are, Miss Lane.
Smile for the Planet.
What would you say if I told you the accident at the Ferris wheel...
We're on the edge of our seats, dear.
- I don't fink on friends. - Lois.
Really? You clean glasses like a pro.
Imagine how fascinating that wall would be if there was actually something on it.
Mr. Hansen was saying how much he wanted to meet you.
And there it was.
It's very expensive.
You show me your source, I'll show you mine.
Now, if we had done our job...
- Would you like me to help you clean up? - Oh, no, it's really...
I hate reporters.
...a lot of things you don't see coming in life, Clark.
She should've been back by now. I'm gonna go look for her.
...don't stop believing in yourself. I haven't.
Excuse me. No cuts.
And you will be appropriately surprised when I award Viologic...
Okay, the truth is, my source made me swear I'd protect his anonymity.
He was in the bedroom.
- Why? - Well, they're frightened, that's why.
Yes!
Lost in space, you mean.
Did you know you can play over 50 songs with just three chords?
But my life is the Planet.
But, Clark, what about your sandwich?
Yeah, no trouble at all.
Stuart, you can't be alone. You're in danger.
Lois, you're not going to get some pinhead in Washington...
Wouldn't they know that the defective switches would be traced back to them?
His best friend died of a heart attack last week.
It's no trouble at all.
Clark, why don't you take the rest of the day off.
I don't believe you, Lois.
Clark, you have any more mustard?
Well, I just went head-to-head with the publisher and five of the paper's lawyers.