Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Good.
If one of us gets the job, how are we gonna handle that?
- Isn't it? - Yeah, yeah.
...let's see just how invulnerable you really are.
Please try to understand. I need your support. Please?
Ralph here.
You superheroes are so predictable.
Nuked, point-blank, took all those blasts...
...learning how to deal with each other's shifting lives.
- Yeah, sure. Okay. - Ralph? Ralphie!
I mean, wow, wow, wow.
It'll take her a while to get all this sorted out.
He's gonna kill us.
Like Brutus, and Booth, and Oswald before us...
Superman, it's happening again.
Plain cake donuts, right?
Well, yeah, but you read that stuff already?
...by someone tapping into the computers. Could be him.
"Wow" is right. What are we gonna do?
The computers! They're making the system overload.
- You got a minute, Lois? - Oh, yeah.
Okay, good. Because I need your help, all right?
Does this mean we've made up?
He's not on that anymore. Just put them anywhere.
- Phone records? - Yeah, you know, on the hacker story.
Let me know when you're caught up.
- Wasn't supposed to be able to do that. - Yeah, but look how much it drained him.
Let's let the lady do some work.
...I won't be hanging my hat here anymore.
- You kidnapped me, Ethan. - So?
If I were editor.
- Get out. - Swear to God.
Now we're apart. And it hurts me too, but what am I supposed to do...
...she'll get the hint and go away.
Well...
- Does this mean you're not mad anymore? - Are you okay?