Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah. You know, like on a date.

Superman told me that that van was operated by remote control.

Tell him that once you really loved me.

I'd hoped to set you down someplace deserted...

- Do you need any help? - Nope. Found what I needed.

How did you know that? NNY

Sure, we have a deal.

- It's just like I wanted? - Small bills, no sequential numbers.

I know people in Intergang. Maybe I can talk them into bringing you in.

I know I've said this before, but this time it's an order.

So tell me, what was that Luthor fellow like?

Disappeared, huh?

The guy's only got two tickets.

Did you think I wouldn't come back for you?

Who are you people?

It can't be for money. Who would pay ransom for a lawyer?

Well, I just don't... I don't know what to say.

Officer, clear a path to that window. Mr. White, just hang on.

You're bound to experience some temporary side effects.

On behalf of my client, I'd like you to accept this little token of our appreciation.

We'll never get this paper out by deadline.

...Nigel St. John, a former spy, comes into town and suddenly this happens.

The police said the owner of the van loaned it to a friend of his...

I'll give her the chance to come willingly. If she won't come, I'll take her by force.

Langdon, when am I gonna get that story on the capture of Rollie Vale?

- Kind of cheapens it somehow, doesn't it? - Cheapens it?

I'm babbling, aren't I?

He's a barracuda in business, but he's a romantic at heart.

I'm gonna call the police. Stay here.