Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Weapons charging.
- Is that a shortwave radio? - It sure is.
Hey, what are you doing? We're chanting here.
Help, help! They're stealing my car!
About a hundred thousand taxpayer dollars worth of P.R.
Lois, you're missing the point. Just look at your trip back here.
Ryan made the file read-only.
Fire.
"To the Joint Chiefs: Fort Truman has just been destroyed.
You hang them in the corner of your room, and they act as a spiritual air cleaner.
Me neither. I have not met the man yet who is worth giving up a good friend for.
Did the military ever say how this guy died?
Sun's coming up right around the corner.
- Well, if she calls again... - Excuse me, "when" she calls again, sir.
It was just a little New Age humor.
But you could.
Well, yeah. Obviously not as well as I thought.
It looks a little like Ryan, but then again, he has one of those faces, you know.
Use the satellite to blackmail government...
Lois Lane.
- Do we know what caused the blackout? - We think it's your friend.
One-six-zero east.
This is not gonna look good come promotion time.
There it is.
Lower left quadrant, fire.
Superman told me what happened at your apartment. Are you okay?
Do you know anybody in Washington who could find that out?
Perry, I need to find out who investigated Ryan Wiley's supposed death.
Well, isn't this a surprise reunion?
How was I supposed to know he was gonna turn out to be a psycho?
Just barely. I can't believe it.
Oh, boy, look at that. Wite-Out.
The Department of Traffic got an anonymous note saying:
This one's blurry. This one's completely out of focus.
Oh, it's just something Molly said.
He must be new to the group.
But now he's alive.
I gave this charm to a friend of mine in college.
- Very nice. - Thank you.
Spoken like a true anti-technology queen.
- Am I self-absorbed? - No.
Did you hear anything yet?
Metropolis Transit Authority reports that all 10,400 traffic signals are stuck on green.