Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Who'll stop at nothing to quench his bitter thirst for power.
Well, then, you must be equally surprised by your sudden surge in popularity.
But I'm creating a new Utopia, Andrus.
Considering I'm your wife, I'm not sorry you did.
Rising in the polls everywhere except these small communities. Why is that?
...the world your love made possible.
How long has he been doing that?
I did?
No, I can't hear you. Hello?
Yours and mine.
Where is he? Where is he?
...I'm gonna have to ground you.
Lois!
...my fear. It was stupid.
Because, see, we looked...
Makes no difference to me.
- The switch? - Yeah. One's a fake.
That man is history, sir.
...and I know just where to hit him hardest...
What do you mean no number to the headquarters. You gotta do better.
Listen to me. They went out the window. I saw them.
This one goes out to Lois Lane.
Gotta go.
Lois! No!
You're just saying that because I've got you tied to a chair...
Excuse me, Superman. I'm Smithers. I'm with the FAA.
John Doe?
- Well, I don't. - I guess that explains...
Right on time.
I thought filling out these forms would put me back to sleep.
Yes, Tempus. Fascinating case.
Mr. Doe, has anyone ever told you...
- No telephones? - No, sir.
But I see you've already discovered that.
- Well, of course there are, Randolph. - Yes, sir.
Given that nobody really knows anything about you.
- You promise you'll use the stairs now? - Oh, I swear.
He entered through a porthole from hell.
Thanks.
Tempus must've gotten out of that asylum somehow.
Wow, I didn't mean to.
I'll always love you.
Why is everyone taken with a candidate they know anything about?
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