Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...it wasn't made here. Let me get my loupe.
I was a cocktail waitress, and Griffin was a bartender.
...is hidden in the basement of one of the city's scientific laboratories.
- Why? - I dropped the chip.
And then it dawned on me.
- Ten grand. - Ten thousand dollars? Are you joking?
I'm glad you're having such a good time.
- May I help you? - Yes. I was wondering...
...and I just walked right in the door.
...but to me it just looks like a big car wreck.
- Well, I guess you don't need me. - Not this time...
A final sick joke from Kyle Griffin.
Are you all right?
Wait a minute. Wasn't he busted five years ago...
There's nobody there. Probably just a wrong number.
What? You were gonna drag your foot along the street and stop the car?
Why is it that guys who call in with tips always live in the worst part of town?
Victor, that little chip is worth well over $100,000.
Well, I'm sure he'd be delighted. I'll be right back.
- I understand. - Do you?
People do change, Lois.
...you'd be missing a power source. - Such as?
The plant manager!
Lethal Weapon 1 or Lethal Weapon 2 or there's 3.
Money isn't everything. Maybe we can offer a stay in a nicer place.
You gotta see this. This just broke in to all the news channels.
I'm glad to see that you've found yourself a good man.
Now, the bomb you see on your TV screens...
Lois, I would not let that happen.
It makes perfect sense:
Well, let's not be too hasty. How much money could we be talking about?
Movie.
Stop it. You think I care what Randall Loomis does with his life?
There. Oh, boy, what a great story this is gonna be.
But where do you find red clay in Metropolis?
Thanks.
I just heard. Any idea who this fella was?
Hello, Lois. Having a good time?
No.