Herb Wells raised his hand to knock on Clark’s door. FINALLY! It's about (insert word of choice here) time! Wells: I say! Things had certainly taken a turn for the worse over the last three months. In his entire life, Herb doubted he had ever seen a Clark Kent who had come unhinged in so short a time. Delivering pizzas? Cohabitating with young Mr. Olsen? Dyeing his hair. Herb’s brow furrowed in puzzlement.  *does not compute* Did he just tell something legitimately true here???
CLARK: No. I'm just worried I'm a jinx.
JONATHAN: A jinx?
CLARK: Yeah. Let's face it, ever since she's known me, Lois's been kidnapped, frozen, pushed off buildings, almost stabbed, poisoned, buried alive and who knows what else, and it's all because of me.
-"Contact" (You're not her jinx, you're her blessing.)
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