Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know, it seems like a stakeout...
Where I come from, we don't need drugs to control our women.
You're very good.
Canfield's watching her now.
Here you go, Mr. White.
- You were born at Fort Truman? - Yeah.
Yeah. You shouldn't have.
So right now my goal is to please you.
- Now, do I need to call Security? Security! - No, no. That's okay. We'll be leaving now.
- Well, we don't have that in common. - Here you go.
- Okay? - Thanks, chief.
Unlike my father, you're a man of very limited vision.
Hello?
- Hi. - Hi.
Just a mistake.
- It's time to choose the fallen warrior. - Yes, I understand.
- What was that all about? - It was a couple of Daily Planet reporters.
I was just about to get dressed.
...what would it be, rocky road or chocolate?
A package on Lois' desk.
Clark, where you been?
Come on, Jimmy. Jimmy, it's Lois.
Bye.
...I know that mine wasn't very good last night.
- That's where Dr. Golden worked. - Coincidence?
- Bananas. - Oh, bananas.
- Guess I won't need that C-section after all. - Security!
- What happened to you guys? - Oh, our...
- Will I be seeing another demonstration? - Of course. I'll call with specifics later.
...you learn fast that time is a precious commodity.
So you think the guy at my apartment is connected to Dr. Golden's murder.