-- Continuation of response to Michael's FDK --
Uh-oh. Lex bombed the Lexor!
LEX: Don't be ridiculous. I don't bomb my own companies. <<looks down to check his manicure as he says this>>
LEX: Please. Please. Please. Let Kent be a smear on the wall.
LEX: He's not worth my effort.
Sounds like a gold-digging hooker to me.
MRS. COX: Don't be silly. Mr. Luthor doesn't pay me for sex. That's complimentary.
Maybe they should get her a good shrink.
Yes, but if she didn't help Lex with his stress, he'd take it out on another poor helpless woman... or Lois.
Oh boy. That bit about one Clark dying on her really did a number on her, huh?
LOIS:
Nah, I’m sure Superman could talk Clark into a threesome.
CLARK: Uh... er... um... Okay.
Is she going to show the Det. How a well satisfied women grins the whole day like the village idiot?
LOIS: That's the plan... I didn't say it was a good plan, but that's it.
Awww, she’s so adorable when she’s horny!
So, basically, always?
Well, Clark now got his own mental image of her wearing that negligee as she’s lying there on the floor, her eyes wide open, and a big slash would across her belly.
Like he didn't have performance problems due to her dying after consummation beforehand!
