Lois: Hangover and a bill... :: moans::
Clark: I told you to stop drinking.
Clark: C'mon Lois.
Lois: Waitwaitwaitwait. It says here that if we powder the paper, mix it with a glass of good red wine, cook chicken in it and feed it to a black cat, we will win the Kerth this year.
Lois: Holy Petunias! "The man of your fantasies is standing at your shoulder."
Clark: ::panicked:: You don't believe that, do you?
Lois: Cla-arrk! I'm turning into my mother! It says so!
