"Clark, I know you've had a rough time of it lately. I know you're just getting over your amnesia... But there's something important I need to tell you..."

"Yes, Lois?"

"Your alter ego is Superman, not Tarzan."

"Oh, right. Oops."

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"Listen, Clark... I don't know how they do things in Kansas, but in Metropolis, when a woman says 'pick me up at 8,' she means by car."

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"Okay, you've got me. Now what?"

"Now I fly you to --"

"Fly me? Who do you think you are? Superman?"

"Well... I..." *looks down* Oh, crap. I'm wearing the wrong clothes. I have got to get better at this secret identity thing.

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"Clark! What do you think you're doing? Put me down this inst -- Hey, is that spandex under your tuxedo shirt?"

"Er... yeah... I... uhm... Oh boy..."

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"Clark? Can you hear me? Put me down! Put me down!!"

"You know, it's the weirdest feeling. I could swear my scarf was... moving."

"Argh! After this mess, I am personally going to hunt down and destroy every single piece of red kryptonite on the planet!"

When in doubt, think about penguins. It probably won't help, but at least it'll be fun.