Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

In about 15 minutes, she's gonna walk right into your arms.
What'd you open the door for?
Clark!
"Lois Lane, let me be your designated hitter.
- Yes? - This is for you.
Good. Now...
If I were to tell you that I had...
Come on!
...how much this project means to me.
And after your reputation's ruined and your life is sufficiently miserable...
I don't think she believes you, Victor. But maybe...
What, I'm a little edgy. I'm sorry, Clark.
See, the weapon fires this gas plasma beam that vaporizes whatever it hits.
Good. Hey, we've had a long day.
Okay, the workers are out. Let's go.
If you don't mind my saying so, I think you have great legs.
...and he said he had some information about who this wack-a-doo is.
- Lois, it's after 11. - I know. I know it's late.
How can you rig up something to electrocute a person over the telephone?
Yeah. I knew that.
It's just the most romantic thing.
But why steal a diamond and a computer chip?
I'm sorry, but I had this sudden urge for pizza and a Mel Gibson movie.
Oh, tell her that I appreciate it, that's not...
Diane, what do yellow roses mean?
- It's too tight. - Let me help.
Too bad there's not a button to push to find out what he was gonna say.
Stop, you're embarrassing me.
Is this another part of your colorful genius persona?
His intense infatuation for me, his mechanical abilities...
I couldn't figure out how the Prankster knew you'd be at the plant.
Is that you? Lois?
Because I'm... I'm just not a very nice person, see?
... all I can say is I'm an incurable romantic, and I just want to show the world...
Now, do you wanna know this guy's name or not?
It's hard to come by in these parts.
I know you "senior journalists" have an image to uphold.
And I'm not gonna let everything be ruined...
I'm gonna even let you call the police. Come on.
This wouldn't be change, Clark. This would be morphing.
They wear those so the traces of plutonium don't stick to their shoes and get outside.