LOIS: So my feelings are less important than his manners? /mad/
CLARK: /gives up on ever winning this one/
LOIS: I was just insulted, wasn't I?
CLARK: So, sorry, I usually tilt down my glasses when I look at you so... well, never mind.
I can't imagine a Superman costume to be that easy to strip out of.
You could build a Velcro tape in the back and just rip it off via the front?
Or maybe use body paint instead?
I'm already working on a 50+ part story, Michael. I'm not falling for that trick... again.
And you all wonder why she bleached her hair? Clearly, she's insecure about her looks.
LOIS: <horrified about her fate> Does EW hate me?
It does seem that way. No nookie with Clark. Sent to freezing cold places without decent facilities or a beauty parlor.
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Her problems are more important than Superman standing in her apartment, hoping to score? /confused/
LOIS: Superman saw my blonde hair? <yes, apparently they really are.> Wait. That's not Superman. That's Clark.
CLARK: <oops?>
LOIS: It's also called, what Clark gave me for my birthday in 1994.
Hello?! Smallville. Farming community. Hoses are everywhere.
Oh. Right. My bad.
CLARK: <is always prepared>
LOIS: Why is he whistling?
So, she should from now on wear makeup in the shower?
He has super hearing and super speed. He has a 99% chance on getting there before she became undead.
99%? I’m not convinced he’d…
CLARK: I don't like those odds. I better break down the door.
See?
LOIS: /stares at Clark in shock/ Hello! I'm not dressed.
CLARK: Lois, what happened to your hair?
ER: It’s still kind of unexpected in a VirginiaR story’s part 3?
It is?
Kinda. Yeah…
Michael has clearly forgotten that Mr. and Mrs. Kent spent their honeymoon at the Lexor and then Mr. Luthor stopped by Daily Planet to get his Lois on before his Tsunami machine was tested.
Oh. R…right?
Does one ask why the sky is green or the grass is blue?
CLARK: Um... yes?
ER: /seconds that idea/ That’s evil!
EW: /points to shiny badge on lapel./
Michael