Hi Virginia,
Finally, time to catch up!
“Of course they itch, they’re mosquito bites.
Poor Clark! A bleeding brow AND mosquito bites! I'm with you, Clark, I hate mosquito bites!
LOIS:
CLARK:
“When my folks died, I was shipped off to Wichita, because no one in Smallville would take me in.” His voice sounded soft and low as if this memory of rejection still stung.
Lois sat down on the bed next to him, and placed the bandage over his still bleeding brow. “Even the Kents?”
CLARK: Well, the Kents ARE my parents, but they died , you know, in another dimension and....
LOIS:
CAT: No, Lois, he's not crazy.
“Who are the Kents to you? How are you related?”
“It’s hard to explain,”
CAT: Yes, it is! But tell her the truth, Clark. Anyway, you're an horrible liar.
Why would the mob be in Smallville?
Because Jonathan is a new Al Capone? No, just kidding.
She’d ask Superman about Clark’s past.
CLARK:
Lois grinned. “I guess you’re sweeter.”
CAT: Well, for once, you're right, Lois.
She turned back to see him a few paces further along, staring at a pretty, blonde woman.
Please, not Lana!
“Nah. Last time I saw Tommy Irig he was still a twig and taller, I think, Lana.
IT IS Lana.
Now, you didn't expect us to come all the way to Smallville without having Clark run into Lana, did you?
Well...
