EW: You should have seen me and my betas debating the correct spelling of this made up word.
ER: Your spelling looks all right to me
I have good betas.
TV shows often portray the after effects to last that long when the protagonist got really drunk.
I've never really enjoyed hanging out with drunk people. Plus, Clark is part Kryptonian so he recovers quickly.
EW: It's been a while since Clark's been to confession?
Father Carlos: /agrees/
CAT: Ooooh! Confessions are fun. Those male priests /drool-worthy/
Father Carlos: /help/
Actually, I believe Catholic priests only allow Catholics to use confessionals. Or maybe it's just a lie to get people to convert.
2004 LUCY: Guess what, Lois! I'm going to be on TV!
ER: Especially considering her reaction the first time she learned of the cameras.
LUCY: That’s different. That was just one *creep* watching me instead of an entire nation.
Luthor wasn't paying her to watch.
LOIS: You were in Las Vegas, that's hundreds of miles from the ocean, Clark. So don't tell me that this white crusty stuff is salt.
CLARK: Um... maybe chlorine?
ER: /hmmm/ From the tequila body shots he allowed the local pool fauna to do on him?
CLARK: That's not at all what happened.
JIMMY: No, that was me.
EW: Canon Lois didn't like it much when Clark sent her for a walk with the mosquitoes either, but in the end she respected him more for standing up to her.
ER: Well, neither did Another Lois.
CLARK: That wasn’t *me*!
CAT:
EW: Hounding = sending the dogs after him until he does something stupid like jump off his balcony.
ER: Yes. Still won’t make Ari any happier.
Hmmmm. Right. Ari. /adds her name to my dangling threads list/ Thanks.
EW: I wanted to explain what Lex was doing at his computer before he jumped.
ER: /suggests he was deleting his downloaded porn/
Movies of Lois's home / porn. Potato / Tomato.
LOIS: Hey!
EW: Perhaps it was to erase the trail of the outgoing emails sent to these magazines.
ER: So he still had a chance of scoring with his wife?
ARI:
I don't understand. He always scores with me on our anniversary.
I wonder if Lex also got rid of their sex tapes…
SPENCER SPENCER: Diiiibs!
LOIS: I haven't had sex with him.
SPENCER SPENCER: My, she sure looks a lot like you, honey. How about you do a strip for me and hop onto the cart and be my love slave for the night?
LOIS: How about I use that pair of nail clippers and start removing body parts from you? Starting with the not completely vital ones?
I doubt he has much left which still functions, besides his head.
LOIS: Totally not viable.
ER: Couldn’t she just mention the general specifics to Lex? I’m sure he’d have the details handy.
EW: Lex is dead.
ER: Oops, that should have read ‘Bill’.
STAR: I could help. Would need to charge extra for the long distance, but I could help…
Because Lois is always so forthcoming to the police?
HENDERSON:
Good one.
LOIS: Why would I want to see that?
ER: Because it’s fun to watch the hired help do the less exciting work?
LEX: /thinks so/
LOIS: Yes, I was always under the impression that he was…less of a man.
Lois is more of action sort of woman, than a voyeur. Instead of watching she'd want to...
LEX: Sold!
LOIS: Not with you.
LEX: But... but... I've already paid.
LEX: In my defense, it is. I on the other hand, only watch highly cultured productions such as opera and big brother TV shows.
EW: The first year really was the only one to watch. After that, it was just knock-offs.
ER: Big Brother or the one with Lois staring at the House?
Lois staring at the house?
No, big brother.
ER: Maybe he’d an airplane kidnapper?
EW: I could go that way, but I didn't.
ER: Conserving parts?
Good One. No, I think it's too late for that. No, I thought I'd try getting the plot back on track.
EW: This is 1994. Nobody knew that about Vader then!
ER: Are you sure? I thought the lava-bit was explained possibly even in the original novelization… Might have been molten steel, though /huh/
Possibly, but who can remember back to then. That also assumes that this was public and general knowledge, not book knowledge coveted by a select few (million).
EW: Cat's lie about Clark being undressed and wet at a homeless shelter?
ER: Drat. I wanted to prefix this with “Phil” referring to her bringing home a pet from the shelter.
Don't they have enough on their plate at the moment to adopt a pet?
CAT: /pouting/ But he's the last of his kind.
ER: One needs space when one has an ego the size of a pregnant Lois Lane?
EW: That's not nice.
ER: True. I did notice that you refrained from denying it, though.
Part-183-LOIS: I’m not fat, am I? That button was never meant to be closed.
That's NOT a quote!
LOIS: I'm fat? When did that happen?
EW: Am I the only one who remembers Lex telling Lois that their new bedroom had to sliding doors instead of French doors, because they were better?
ER: /yes/
That's what my Betas said too. Then again, most people must block out that domesticated bliss scene between Lois and Lex from HoL, where he knocks down all her ideas, refuses to talk business in front of her, and let's his secretary keep information from her.
I know. Ever since C-3PO starting calling Leia his mistress.
CLARK: Lois, you can be my mistress, too, if you want.
LOIS: /doesn't like the term/
CLARK: /glances down at his gold costume/ So, if I dressed up like Han Solo would you say yes?
EW: I wonder how many notches it took to carve all that…
Thirty-five years worth?
ER: So…that’s seven days a week, twice on a Sunday Roughly 11,000.
LEX: I carve wood in my spare time. Everyone needs a hobby and it's mine.
LOIS: So…let me get this straight. My husband-to-be was an old miser?
How do you think the rich stay rich? By throwing $100 bills into the fire?
ER: Is she actually going to be sympathetic when he comes crawling back?
EW: Sympathy isn't allowed?
ER: /points at Lois’s employment contract/ She doesn’t do sympathetic. That’s why Perry had to hire a Clark.
CLARK: But we're not talking articles and fluff pieces. We're talking RL.
LOIS: Potato / Tomato.
