Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...is connected to Nigel and Gretchen Kelly.
...an ex-con named Ramine Tarbush.
No, no. It's out of your way. I'll just send a runner.
Okay, you got me. I wanna borrow your clothes.
...to clear this whole building out.
...and a dozen thoughts went through my mind.
Just a group of thugs, all substance and no style.
Well, I'll just pour us some more champagne.
We met when I was in Washington.
I think so, if I can just figure out which wire to cut.
How much?
Lois, I wanna ask you something.
Oh, yeah?
Some yahoo probably read something in the Planet he didn't like.
You're asking me out?
There's another lamp on the other side of the couch.
As long as I'm out, I can pick up those...
- How do you know about kryptonite? - Look, I know someone.
It's gone.
Money and your freedom for the kryptonite.
Oh, really? You and what...?
Bobby, do you know an ex-con named Ramine Tarbush?
Lex, you should be resting. This can wait.
I had to replace the one my thimble-brained cyborg crushed.
You know, it's a risk every editor takes.
My Excalibur.
Thank you, my dear. You're absolutely right.
Thanks for making it so easy.
Always a pleasure doing justice with you, counselor.
- What? - Nothing.
I know who has it.
When will you ever learn? I always get my way.
Mr. Luthor did not hire me for my congeniality.
Jimmy, why don't you take this over to Perry and tell him we're on it.
Well...