In "Master of Disguise", I cut a lot of things, but one I remember debating about was taken from the final part:
“I’m all right,” Clark declares. “This,” he points to his shoulder, “isn’t as bad as it looks and the bullet must have grazed me; it isn’t in my … um, leg.”
Henderson’s mouth twitches a little at Clark’s mortified tone. “Right,” Henderson says, his sardonic drawl in place. “You should still get that checked out. What about you, Lane?”
'I may have sprained my ankle when Superman here landed on me,' I think irreverently. I smother my impulse to laugh.
“I’m fine,” I answer. “What happened to Trask?” I ask. “Are they …”
