Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Who? - Just pull on it.
I don't need you anyway.
Why are you here?
Lucy!
Don't worry, boys. I'll be back.
According to this research, only two labs in Metropolis had dealings in robotics:
Now I can really kick some butt.
Lois?
...this is what our page one lead-in looks like presently.
- What is it? - It's called kryptonite.
...says I should let my top reporter prove to me why she's the best.
All right, no matter what the outcome...
There's one of you here already.
Hello. I'm Inspector Lane, this is Inspector Kent.
I hope you don't think I'm antisocial, but I'll keep my distance.
But I'd feel a lot better if Rollie Vale wasn't still out there.
I just want you to know that I'll never forget that.
...with that robot that robbed the jewelry store.
I don't know what I'm gonna do, Mom.
Don't worry, John. I called a couple of doctors I heard about.
...a little business opportunity, and it is guaranteed to pay off bigtime...
John. John, she lied. Kent's gone.
Well, the jerk was obsessed with robots.
A fortune in electronics.
You said the suspect didn't have weapons. So he did all this with his bare hands?
Let me show you.
Hey. I got an address for Rollie Vale.
We all do.
I don't know if he has anybody to turn to for help.
I called for an ambulance.
Yes. May I help you?
- LexCorp. - Which is out of business.
Do you need some help?
Think he might have something to do with it?
You know, your boyfriend Johnny is not just a criminal.
- What'll it be, handsome? - Mrs. Vale?
So am I. Try looking in a sewer.
You know, it seems I came up a bit short on my subscription money a few times.
...and half a dozen misdemeanors. I'm calling Lucy.
- Well, actually, you're a robot. - Cyborg! Cyborg! Robot.
Do you think there's any chance that we might...
No. No. No, not at all. We probably have the wrong address.