Darth Michael: 
Nice. Classy. And yet, the Met Star still beat them senseless with it.
LINDA: Well, I did know it first. /flashes her new ice before placing another bet at roulette/
Met Star didn't know first. DP just didn't consider it front page news. <<And they wonder about circulation problems>>
PERRY: It was gossip! Who cares who the guy marries? It's not like it was Lex Luthor.
LEX: Aww. Perry, it's so nice to know that my marriage will be front page news.
LOIS: Who are you marrying?
LEX: It's a surprise.
MRS. COX: Didn't you get the press release? Me!
So, he met a stuck-up Cat, figured she’d make a great beard, dated her in public while getting it on in private with some two-bit hooker-
LINDA: Hey!
-and then told Cat right before he left to be betrothed by Elvis.
PERRY: Hey!
Really classy, indeed.
LEX: At least, *I* never promise them marriage unless I actually do plan to lock them up in a cage.
Well put!
It must be in the water in Metropolis. Either that or it’s some Kryptonian disease Superman brought with him from back home.
CLARK: Are you saying my folks sent me from Krypton because I was diseased?
I almost expected her to drop the robe.
Now, you know how depressed she really is. She's not hitting on Clark... as much.
You didn’t feel like someone could love you for you, but only your body. So, since it was your body you felt you might as well offer it to the highest bidder.”
Did he just call her a prostitute?
CAT: [yes]
LOIS: Don’t worry, he does that with all the women in his life. Comes from his mother having been a concubine. He thinks it’s an endearment.
LARA: I wasn't a concubine!
JOR-EL: Actually, Lara...
LARA: <<smacks Jor-El with 2x4>> I *wasn't* a concubine. HE was.
JOR-EL:
Whatever she said.
CLARK: Phew. I was worried there for a minute. Wait. What?
“I’ve never heard a call for help any louder, Cat,” he said, and then he leaned forward conspiratorially. “And I’m Superman.”
ER: I think he is a tad over the top, there.
I thought it was funny.
Maybe he shouldn’t repeat that where Lois can overhear.
But Lois already heard what Jimmy call Cat.
Aww, I’m sure he’d appreciate the tutelage.
Still doesn't mean she'd want to be the teacher.
No, but his wife’s got a body-guard/boy-toy. Maybe she’d be willing to share?
CHING: [considers this] Okay, I'm not busy. What are you doing after the wedding?
CAT: Who's wedding?
CHING: Um... Kal-El and Zara's wedding?
CAT: Who?
CHING: Kal... Clark's and Sara's wedding.
LOIS: Who's Sara?
Women really die by the dozen around him, don’t they?
Yes.
LANA: I'm still alive!
CLARK: Oh, lucky me.
[Det. Reed finds Lauderman at a funeral. His own]
LOIS: What? He *touched* my computer!
Nobody with such an easy password can mean to actually protect their files.
RALPH: Same goes for chicks in hook-up get-up.
LEX: Or when they undress in front of a high-def surveillance installation.
CLARK: [Can't believe the intelligence of the human male mind]
LOIS: You and me both, there, farmboy.
LUCY: Hot stuff in there. Never knew my big Sis actually knew those moves.
LOIS: Well, actually, most of it is mostly fantasy, built upon what I've read elsewhere and... wait. Hey!
Never had to work with a dial-up landline instead of a cable internet connection, huh?
Did they even HAVE cable internet in 1994?
A virus programmed to destroy all other software programs, a poly-morphic, encrypted virus,” Eugene said.
[skynet]
LEX: Well, that explains where Superman came from.
CAT: Superman arrived naked? And *Nobody* told me?!
