Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fifteen minutes.
You ought to take a look at the things in this case. They are not.
Randall Loomis. He must be the one behind this. He still lives in Metropolis.
I've been waiting five years to even the score with Lois Lane.
What is it?
Okay, great. Tell chief we're on it.
Well, it's a slam dunk.
Oh, no, of course not.
Give me the box. I'll give you the babe.
Oh, girl, just get a grip.
If you tilt your head to the right and squint your eyes a little...
No. No. No, not jokes.
- Did the lab call? - Yeah.
- This is so embarrassing. - Well, open it up.
Well, is it important? Anybody could've tracked that in here.
He's dead.
- Lois! Lois! Lois! - Hey, slugger. Batter up.
Griffin's parole officer called this morning.
A wrong number. No problem.
And nobody gets paid enough to be able to afford a rock like that. Not even me.
This fella sure knows how to clear a room.
...did I ever tell you how much time I spent in prison?
Thank you.
Chief, I'm fine.
Yeah, real romantic.
How long is this gonna take?
That shit's bangin Uh-huh
Long time no see. I'm gonna kill you."
- What's that supposed to mean? - Nothing. I was paying you a compliment.
...to set a simple alarm.
Here he is. Mick Barrows.
- Oh, my God. - Who's Kyle Griffin?
When Lois and Clark first sniff that Ghetto D
That's the damnedest thing I've ever seen.
They like to be called "freedom fighters." And they want a little...
And then, one day, I found in my locker...