Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You've had time to think about it, time to plan what to say...
Don't be embarrassed. That's what friends are for.
Do you know the story of the phoenix?
Nigel St. John. He used to be Lex's personal assistant.
Of course. Last I heard, he's been living out on the streets.
First things first.
How did you know that?
Imagine my good luck, running into you two days in a row.
...and the woman who stole his body.
- What does that mean? - We got less than a minute...
Look, he did not become editor because he knows how to yodel.
- What my client is saying is... - I know what he's saying.
It starts here at the Metropolis Men's Prison and ends at the courthouse.
The director from the homeless shelter called.
If anyone's insane, you are.
What? No, I don't want money, Lois.
Lex, whatever you're planning, I shouldn't hear about it.
Not that I'd like this to be our first date, I'd like something nicer.
- Just tell me how much. - Lois, I want you to go out with me.
I didn't say nothing.
If you need anything during the night, just call. I'll be right out here.
They've identified the woman in the photograph as Gretchen Kelly.
Angela and I went through the mosh pit twice.
...I'm in prison.
After everything you've done.
Empty.
- Yes, sir. - And, Nigel, stop the "sir."
So that's how Bender disappeared without anybody seeing him.
Oh, look. Gretchen, the rats have a voracious appetite tonight.
Believe it.
Being a photographer is more dangerous than we thought.
Me. I'm the joke.
Good.
I can get it for you.