Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You wouldn't know art if it jumped up and bit your kneecap.
He's a guy that can say yes or no to companies marketing new drugs.
- Listen to him. - Next you'll tell us that we're all gonna die.
Superman, you are the one being exploited here, and I've got an idea.
I haven't sorted it all out yet.
They stand alone, at the center of the universe, whining for more.
Your Honor, this witness has been excused.
...and how I can make a difference.
You need a lawyer?
Leave your name, number and the purpose of your call.
I mean, he's the one you had a date with. Where's he?
Me? Why me?
Septiema 6, 2007
... and a thankless job it is for them.
Septiema 2, 2007
You know, we let ourselves get distracted...
You're a waitress, for God's sake. You serve slabs of dead cow to fat businessmen.
He hasn't been himself lately.
Don't worry, it won't.
...or downright liars, because...
I thought about what a jerk I was.
Listen, I've never been sorry that I've saved anyone's life before, Mr. Dregg.
You ruined my life!
Septiema 26, 2007
So, what are we to learn...
Careful, I might get jealous.
- Like, a date? - Yeah. Like a date.
Might just put the final nail in the coffin of his career, eh?
I can't go on being two people anymore.
I thought I knew how to fight them all.
Septiema 24, 2007
I'm not gonna run, Lois.
Could we just go over my options?
To help us through the never-ending attempt to understand ourselves.
The dust. Oh, I'm blind. I'm blind.
Lois, there are things going on you can't know about.
Superman...
I'm a musician.
You don't understand anything.
Whoa, Lois. You know that's not personal.
What's the problem?
What are you, a greeting card on steroids?
...I would like to know, why do you want to be Superman?
Calvin, if you win a lot of money, then can we tell people we're married?
Much better, Mother.
- Thank you. - Sure.