Darth Michael: 
And now for the full treatment…
/rubs hands in anticipation/
Wouldn’t it be awkward if people lost their lives during those few minutes he took to preserve his modesty?
You mean like that charcoal briquette next to the lunch table?
LEX: What I look her up in a moldy dungeon?
LOIS: Not even then.
or another trap, he wanted to experience every bit of it.
Nah. It couldn't be!
Lex has a thing for smart blondes.
CLARK: Funny thing about that…
Actually, Lex has a thing for women with REALLY long hair... if you recall.
LEX: Since when is squatting a fly considered murder?
CLARK: How did he know I could...
I mean, I don't fly! oh. right. Never mind.
Didn’t they get more nookie after the breakup than they did before?
If nookie = make out sessions at work, then yes.
Sounds like what he did with Linda…
LINDA:
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Heck, yeah!
I think Cat’s working from the same reasoning.
PHIL: Women…
CLARK: …we love.
PHIL: /oh, right. That's what I meant./
Well, she didn't tell Phil she was pregnant! Okay, she didn't know at the time, but that's beside the point.
Well, she won’t have to marry him if he makes her his bed slave.
That's what she's trying to avoid.
Clark put his hands on his hips and stared directly into her eyes. “There was a time when I could’ve flown into your apartment in this uniform and taken you straight to your bedroom without a peep of protest from you, and you know it.
So, you don't like Clark with a spine?
Well, what he just suggested wouldn’t strictly be called ‘dating’.
ALT-RACHEL: Apparently, it is in my dimension.
ALT-LANA: Then, you're doing it all wrong. Dating is about NOT giving up sex.
LOIS: *please please please let him try*
LOIS: How... How did he do THAT?!
Lois!
CLARK: I’m not into that kind of thing.
LOIS:
Superman!
I believe that’s what polyandry was invented for.
See, Clark could have taken his secret further.
Doesn't that mean Cat should get a part of the spoils?
PHIL: Hey!
He’s not really all that committed to his resolutions, is he? Go home. Stay. Go home. Stay.
CLARK: Are you daft? I said I’m already home.
LOIS: He's a lunkhead, all right. But he's MY lunkhead.
CLARK: About that...
/points at first remark/ Car went right off the curve there/
Don't worry. There'll be more angst, just a different type.
