Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Everything's fine.
My buyers want a demonstration, and so I was like, "I'd better decimate a building."
I know how much you like pizza and Lethal Weapon, so here I am.
Well, are you gonna open it?
Oh, I love those.
Does something have to be wrong for me to spend some time with a friend?
You... You look so mature.
...was Whitmore Scientific Labs.
- Someone wanna tell me what's going on? - Didn't you read the sports section?
- These things are negotiable. - Who's this?
I mean, you know, nothing important.
I can't get this image out of my head of some weirdo sitting in his living room...
Nothing but net.
Eleven seconds. If you're wondering how come I'm pulling this loony prank...
Jimmy's got a theory he's been working on.
You see this, this is real red clay.
Lois, you sure you don't wanna stay with Alice and me?
We'll split up. I'll take the processing plant.
Was the message on the board very long?
Oh, that... That's great!
Why would he be after you?
And did you see her nails? Obviously press-on.
- Kill you? Did you call the police? - Clark, I am a professional reporter.
Excuse me.
With this note attached to it that said, "From your secret admirer."
- You okay? - Get him out of there.
But you're wrong.
I told the kid on the phone, you wanna know who's doing this, it's gonna cost.
I don't get it. He steals a diamond ring and computer chips.
Look, I realize you probably don't wanna talk to me about Kyle.
Toy store? I thought Griffin's father was a nuclear physicist.
It's a phone.
And they just found out something was stolen.
It's little bits of red clay.
- So you were on the prowl in college? - That man has a very faulty memory.
...doesn't mean he didn't give us a lead. - I don't understand.
You recognize his voice?
Mr. Griffin, when was the last time you heard from your son?
Attagirl. If you change your mind, Alice has that guest bedroom made up for you.
What did you do that for?
Does this look like a face that makes jokes?
Big story. Deadline.
Even steel melts if it gets hot enough.