Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He was in love with your friend Emily.

In the face of all this adversity...

...I now pronounce you husband and wife.

- Yeah? - That's the name of the grief therapist...

I've never seen Superman quite so edgy.

- Pardon? - The wedding plans.

Voyle has a secret file on you. We've read it.

So you were gonna be one of Myrtle's bridesmaids?

- Because only God could. - Leo? Leo?

And fifteen seconds.

You demand that it be a better place, and because of you, it is.

You need my info to keep up.

...where were we? Oh, yeah. Clark...

- Myrtle? - Myrtle.

More snitches than a Watergate reunion.

Not even the memory of being happy.

Breathing sweet, clean air again.

The hope you had in your heart.

Now, let's just see who he's been talking to.

I don't think you're quite seeing the whole picture, Voyle.

At least the Wedding Destroyer isn't coming after us.

And you know everything about that wedding's gonna change.

Thanks, Superman.

Myrtle scares me.

I wonder if someone's been slipping her information.

You seem a little nervous. But don't worry about it.

Clones eat frogs. Not lizards. Frogs.

- I think he wanted to love Myrtle. - Are you saying that he didn't?

You know, I didn't notice what a beautiful day it is today.

They overcome these little inconveniences together...

Why don't you slip it on.

Yes, we should.

I'd never tell a bride how to get married. Would you, Ellen?

So I give you my heart...

Estimated time of arrival in Hawaii...

- Right. - Myrtle comes to Voyle.

And you. You look scared.

Honey? You okay?

It was like we were trying to find that hill and that sunset all our lives.

Get as far from Metropolis as possible.

If it hadn't been for all that nitro you slipped me...

Fine. She's gonna go after my wedding, we're gonna go after her.

Clark, I'm just here to help you both get...

Jimmy, pull up every nanobyte we have on Myrtle.