Almost everyone he encountered (except his African-American maid and a watchful resident doctor) in the DC political system interpreted his slightly mysterious, extremely literal pronouncements (mostly about gardening) as wise, pithy, profound, and metaphoric gnomic statements, and perceived him the way that they wished to envision him, regardless of his naivete and the reality of the situation.EpilogueIn the film""s ambiguous, tacked-on, twist-ending epilogue (another dream?), as she exited her mother""s bedroom, she found herself outside her front door in the bright but diffuse morning fog." Luthor""s next plan was to visit the Metropolis Museum of Natural History and steal a chunk of Kryptonite from the new Meteorite and Gem Exhibit.They fled out of the museum and rode in a double-decker bus driven by Jonathan.Rick quipped: "Oh, I hate mummies," as the chase continued through the streets of London and onto London""s Tower Bridge, as the almost-invincible mummies with razor-sharp fingernails were shot at, blown and torn apart, and decapitated.The riotous mob took over the city and raided the homes of he rich and powerful, to be put on trial: "The powerful will be ripped from their decadent nests and cast out into the cold world that we know and endure.