He ushered Superman to a spot several feet away and began whispering in a voice too low for her to hear, which simply would not do.
So, he’s not allowed to have secrets from his wife?
LOIS: Who cares about his wife? I’m his *partner*!
Lois scowled at him. "Of course I mind!" she huffed. "I mean, it's one thing for you to have some weird connection with Superman back in our universe, but do you have to hog this world's Superman, too?"
"He's not Superman!" Clark snapped with such conviction that Lois was taken aback.
Feeling a bit disabled, are we?
CLARK: He’s Super*boy*!
"Maybe he's a clone?" someone asked.
Oops?
Lois and Clark turned to see a reporter for the Star standing right behind them.
Oh boy.
CLARK:
Oops?
With a nod to each of them, he lifted off into the air and unsteadily flew away.
Flight! He’s already 18. Oh boy oh boy oh boy. And he hadn’t known until now? Those girls locker rooms really must have glass walls…
she didn't turn the key. Instead, she locked the doors. "Talk," she ordered.
Oh boy. Oh no, this won’t do. At all.
Mary, you really know how to string a crowd along, don’t you?
Michael