Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, Mr. Barrett.
With this device, I can implant subliminal messages...
Well, there has been a complete media blackout on your campaign.
- But I thought you... - Come on, a victory party for Garner?
...until just recently.
You were dreaming about Tempus before John Doe showed up?
He doesn't sleep, just sits there...
...it would break apart, spinning you into eternity.
I would love to.
Message? Lois, what message?
Blatant disregard for human life, blah, blah, blah.
...and are used to an extent, there's nothing similar to John Doe.
If you don't allow Superman to do his good work...
Thanks, Benny. I knew you'd come through.
I've lost my identity. The result of a traumatic event.
- What is that thing? - It's a Subliminator.
What is it you do stand for exactly?
You won't be fleeing into any more time periods.
Your approval rating's higher than a cat's back. You're a shoo-in.
Okay. Why would you do that?
I don't think so.
He traveled into time without the window.
In truth, if you were even to touch it while in operation...
...that means I lost.
...susceptible to John Doe's charms?
Nightmares.
- Mr. President? - Lois, Clark, come on in.
- You still believe that? - No.
Just hearing the name, John Doe...
They all talk like you in the future, don't they?
Or not.
"Witnesses claim he was saying...
Oh, you think so.
He's gonna jump. I hope he isn't.
No. It was always him.
And on a much larger scale.
I despise the color.
Superman?
Never invade Russia...
Superman, what happened?
He practically came right out and admitted it.
One that suits my own unique sensibilities.
- Gone. - What do you mean "gone"?
Sure.
- I need to see your license. - My what?
...John Doe, I just got this...
Superman, if you're listening...
This one.