Her partner heated up a cocoanut and banana soup for dinner.
Umm…did you mean coconut or coco
anut? I guess a chocolate banana split soup would be just to Lois’s liking. /goes back checking. Huh. I completely always read this as ‘coconut’ instead of ‘cocoanut’. Except for the coconut-based sun lotion of Jimmy. Oops
“Do you want to hear something funny?” Jimmy asked after they had been quiet for some minutes.
/expects Jimmy making fart joke/
He’s been in Vegas, blowing up some old casino.
So, taking out a mob boss by blowing up his casino with him inside?
Before I got your call, I had been thinking, more like daydreaming, that maybe he’d visit me this weekend.”
This will be important later. And, umm…which ep was the one with Jimmy’s dad and the NIA?
“What? A weekend with a beautiful woman on a tropical island or one spent at home waiting for my dad not to show…” Jimmy shrugged. “That’s a no-brainer, Lois.” He smiled at her.
Oh dear. Oh dear.
And he isn’t one for using the phone.
Duh! Traceable.
“My turn,” Lois said, slapping her knee. “I’m glad you’re here with me instead of Dan.”
Oh?
“It was getting too serious, too fast between us, and, well…” She looked away. “I don’t love him.”
So, not having Dan here is an excuse for not sleeping with him? Not that I’m complaining.
Lois sighed, putting a hand to her head. “I tried… but someone…”
She winced at her gaff. “Something keeps getting in the way.”
Denim?
Telling her pseudo-therapist Sarah was one thing. Telling Jimmy was quite another.
They’re both not bound to doctor-patient confidentiality?
The note she had written to herself had said that Clark was real, but that he had died. His voice kept whispering to her, inside her head, where only she could hear him. Not only did Clark talk to her, but he answered when she responded.
So, cuckoo?
So, either she was tiptoeing down the road to Nutsville
If the straightjacket fits?
Lois didn’t believe she wasn’t crazy;
/checks off list of things to look for with a crazy person/
so, Clark must somehow be reaching out to her from beyond the grave.
Like in Ghosts? Or Ghost?
“Gone?” Jimmy said weakly. “Oh, Luthor.”
“He’s a bespectacled farmboy from Smallville, Kansas.”
Yep. Cuckoo.
“I bet he wouldn’t have followed you home after being sprayed by Revenge,” Jimmy grumbled.
Wouldn’t have had to. Lois would have been sprayed, too. Oh, wait, that wasn’t your point, was it?
. Clark had too much respect for her to take advantage, even when Lois knew he had been dosed as well. Not too much respect to bruise her ego, because he had finally caved by the next morning.
/remembers recent scene from middle-age-like show/ They took a bucket put a rat inside and strapped the bucket to the naked belly of the guy holding information. Well… the guy unlucky enough to be today’s candidate. And then they heated up the other side of the bucket.
