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Clips from Superman

Video Games 1978 ★ 4.6/10 (22 ratings) 1,273 clips

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Chief architect of this intended revolution...
with himself as absolute ruler.
and you alone will be held responsible by me.
your heirs!
Be warned, Jor-El.
This madness is yours.
Will you abide by the council's decision?
It's the only answer, Lara.
They're primitives, thousands of years behind us.
You will travel far, my little Kal-El.
all this and more...
I bequeath you, my son.
This is all I...
Now, wouldn't that beat all get-out?
Pa...
Honey, will you hand me that rag up there?
He hasn't got any. Not around here, anyway.
Got to beat Mount Vernon High!
Would you like to come?
All right.
Bye, Clark. See you tomorrow. Bye-bye.
How come he's here?
How'd you get here so fast?
- Yeah, I know I shouldn't. - Yeah, I know...
I mean, is it showing off if somebody's doing...
No. No, now you listen to me.
Huh?
Dad.
All those things I can do...
We both knew it...
I know, son.
you do not remember me.
Here in this...
we shall try to find the answers together.
So, my son...
only some of which you have as yet discovered.
For the past two years...
and their basis in actual fact.
Study them well, my son...
twelve of your years will have passed.
It is now time for you to rejoin your new world...
Live as one of them, Kal-El...
They only lack the light to show the way.
my only son.
Golly, how come you get all the great stories?
Here's that story on the East Side murder.
Remember my exposé on the sex and drug orgies...
So does a lady wrestler with a foreign accent.
We get psychologists, sociologists...
- Right, sugar. - ...while the crocuses bloom.
- That's great. - Excuse me. I'm sorry.
Not really, no.
- I'm sorry. - Clark.
It's all right.
- That's it. - We're coming.
Please don't point that at me, sir.
Uh-huh.
Lois, I think maybe you better...
Lois, what are you doing?
Clark! Clark.
Golly. I guess I must have fainted.
Swell.
Your attention, please.
The Metropolis Flyer is now ready for departure...
Metropolis Transportation. Buffalo, Syracuse.
Harry.
Harry...
Sick.
Why? You ask why?
I'm back, Mr. Luthor.
You were followed again.
Right.
All the time, land, land, land.
how I've created this empire.
An empire? This?
Park Avenue address?
- Olsen! - Yeah?
Get this Loch Ness update right into Composing.
Yeah? No, that's it, Roth. Put it to bed. Right.
Hey, nice job on that union scandal, Kent.
Not unless you can fly.
Um...
I can't hold it! I can't hold it!
Wake up!
Help! Help!
There's somebody in there!
Move, let the firemen through.
Move to the other side of the street.
- Whoo! - Okay, Bresslaw, move these people out.
What the hell's that?
You... You've got me?
Who's got you?