Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They thought I was gold-bricking, didn't they?

Worry that there's no money to buy the uranium capsules we need...

No, Angel, I think you were helping yourself.

It was hideous.

But our job is to report the news exactly as it happens...

It was nothing.

It would've been hard not to, seeing how you were the only photographer there.

I can't believe my intuition about men can be so far off.

Excuse me, inspector, can I see you outside for a minute, please?

All right, John. You do whatever you like.

Those images that show us that we're alone and vulnerable.

Stay here. Jimmy, call the police. I'm gonna go find Lucy.

That and your senior-citizen discount should make up for it.

Where did you go?

- Did you make it? - Yeah.

That's why you didn't bring me any yogurt.

...have no feeling in my body.

Do I run on batteries, or what?

That's good, baby. Thanks.

I like. But you didn't get that nice of clothes with just my tip money.

Or maybe you're upset I found someone who cares about me and you can't.

Excuse me. Excuse me, Daily Planet.

What would you say if I told you that I hit the lottery?

You know, what do they call a guy who's happy with his job? A gruntled employee?

- Jimmy, get your camera. - On my way, Lois.

Like I'm really worried.

Any leads on Corbin yet?

There's a lot of things we need to talk about.

You don't look so good, doc.

- Surprise me. - Okay.

- Well, something different. - That's because you're an only child.

Believe me, I do not think you're fat. I just thought...

John, you're gonna be just fine.

What a wuss. And I hardly laid a hand on you.

- You mind if I give it a try? - Go ahead.

Well, apparently not. You just told me I was wrong.

- Let's get out of here. - Come on.

Yeah? Well, you failed. Because this hurts a lot.

- It's me you want. - Oh, you got that straight, pretty boy.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

- Keep up the good work. - Oh, stick a stamp on it.