Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...different from anyone else.
Get out, take a few risks, live.
Well, all right, then. Sure.
People trust you. You write something good about me, people will buy it.
- Bob, this is my wife... - This is my wife...
When have I ever let you down?
- Yeah. - Lois?
- Well... - Superman doesn't lie.
- Hello? - What about you, C. K.?
...or any of its subsidiaries? - No.
Because this is Grant Gendell.
Listen, you're a doctor. Remember that guy I was telling you about?
You have 40 seconds to reach the car.
I think that's what drove him into hiding.
Took away my car with all the cool stuff in it.
...and if it were up to me, it would stay that way.
Oh, thanks, Kent.
- I hate Gendell. - I know you do, sweetheart.
Now, unless they rewrote the dictionary, I see nothing ironic about that.
... and I'm not having much luck narrowing the field.
I saw through the front window, Bob was putting something away in there.
Hi.
I don't know.
You know they let almost anyone have a driver's license?
Hold on.
I hope you don't mind my calling you at work.
All the terms of our agreement are in effect.
But more to the point, hon, we're gonna get all his money.
Well, yes.
Clark, do you remember that article I wrote on my favorite books?
My chest tightened up, my head was spinning...
- Denzler Limited? - Yes.
I just love the wood you chose for these bookshelves. Is it cherry?
Oh, yeah. I tell you, I am one lucky dude to have met Candy.
Aggressive on the court?
Used to have a whole platoon. Useless, every single one of them.
- Mr. Denzler. It's Gendell's lawyer. - All right, Miss Lane.
I want you to look nice.
Tomorrow at noon.
Let's talk chocolate.
...if we weren't consumed by bitterness and rage...
Gendell's lawyer.
That we're eventually gonna have to kill Lois.
I know all about it.