Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's not all. Turns out Nigel was more than Luthor's Mr. Belvedere.

I see, but I hear you young women like them bad-boy types these days.

- Clark... - Lois, I'm asking you out.

I should've known better than to order Chinese food...

That's the last time I order Chinese from a place called "Ralph's pagoda"

She was Luthor's doctor.

I don't believe this.

A cyborg which was powered by kryptonite...

The date thing.

What about her? She's my physician. She doesn't inspire me.

What's that noise?

Nigel, I want you to do me a favor.

That's what I call turbulence.

Well, yes, I did terrible things, but I did them for you.

- Yeah. - Lois Lane, right?

I've lost everything: My fortune, my reputation.

Exactly. Won't you join me, Ramine.

- What makes you say that? - You've got that tone in your voice.

The bomb squad's headquarters was robbed while they were here.

Now, what in the blazes is a Bobby Bigmouth?

Well, it's not that easy. It's easy for you.

Yeah, it's great. Now get me out of here.

Turns out there's a trap door in the floor.

I'm not gonna like it, am I?

I've always admired Nigel's creativity.

I've gotta stabilize his electromagnetic field.

The judge is temporarily unavailable for comment.

A half a million dollars and my freedom.

Yes. A sacred bird, reborn.

- I can get you a few thousand now, but... - Sorry, wrong answer.

All right, Vale, where did you hide the kryptonite?

What happens if, you know, it bombs?