Lois's hand rubbed up and down his sleeve. She stepped back as she suggested, “You’d better go change.”
Clark:Wouldn't you prefer I changed right here?
It’s the Chief,” he said, letting go of her slowly before disappearing into his bedroom.
Lois:Oh, he already knows, just let him in.
Clark:Knows what?
Lois:That I'm investigating Luthor, what else could I mean?
She gave him a quick kiss,
Yeah, more kissing.
“Don’t worry about her,” Clark replied. “That’s Wanda, my girlfriend.
Perry:He is more depressed than I thought. Now he is shacking up with some random lady.
You can speak freely in front of her. We don’t have any secrets.”
Perry:Lois will be so mad.
Clark must not have given up on her completely.
Nah, he was just too depressed to do anything about his loss of hope.
“Yeah, I didn’t think it has the presence Detroit does; although, I must admit, Dane is much easier to spell,” Lois replied,
Isn't Lois going too far in her disguise.
Lois:You don't think many blondes can spell.
She never knew it was a mafia club, tho’. What a fool!”
I thought it was she didn't know it was a prostitution front.
“Me, too, honey. Me, too,” Perry said, sitting down at Clark’s dining table. “Jimmy’s been arrested.”
So much for them leaving.
“What?” she exclaimed.
“Why?” Clark asked, which Lois had to admit was the better question.
He had more time to think.
“The arson squad must’ve found something early on. They moved in the instant Superman cleared the building,”
Don't ever underestimate Bob Henderson. Or since this is arson, was it someone else at the head of the group.
“Lois and I believe that Luthor was behind the bomb,” Clark said.
Yes, finally they are on the same page.
“It’s more of a hunch at the moment, than a provable fact,” she admitted, taking another sip of soda.
Like everything else they have against Luthor.
