Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't mess with me, doc, because I am crazy enough to kill you both...
No. No, doc. I am going to make time.
He has to.
- He's fine, he's just nursing some bruises. - I don't know why he doesn't contact me.
Lois, look out!
Although you may be stronger than Superman...
John, that wouldn't be a good thing for you...
- You're hurting me. - I am giving you...
Obviously, Emmett, the control mechanism picked up the radio signal from the cops.
Bingo.
Where are those photos?
And I mean anything.
John, listen to me.
How you doing? I have heard so much about you.
Johnny.
If we can find out where the capsules came from, maybe we'll find our Mr. Wizard.
Clark, that's not what attracts me. It's his intelligence and caring.
- Lois. - I'm sorry.
Look, the deal was for a living human brain delivered to my door.
A superhuman pugilist. A true icon to technology.
Yeah, but I checked, and it's one of those private mailbox places.
I guess...
It didn't backfire. It's a work in progress.
I got somebody to see.
Nice catch.
Oh, you don't wanna know.
- You're still in the experimental stage. - Go slowly?
You do a very nice impression of a tree.
My kid sister is dating a monosyllabic, illiterate goon.
...well, frankly, full of holes.
Two previous arrests for grand theft auto, plea-bargained to probation...
This is the new inventory we'll offer at 10 percent.
Sir.
Together, we will own Metropolis.
...this is the biggest page-one lead we had all year.
No!
Go ahead.
You just made my job easier. Thanks for the ID.
All right, go find me this metal head.
What is that?
...but their password is some impossible alphanumeric code.
Jimmy, I will talk to you later.
Thanks, Superman. Two other suspects took off in a green Chevy.
That's not true, Perry. I told Jimmy not to take those pictures.
What do you think I should do?