Lois: You’ve just been hit door lightning, you’re stark naked, and, uh, u don’t even remember your own name. u have a fairly loose definition of “fine.”
Lois: [Still holding onto Clark's arm, she walks him down the hall.] Do u know how many people are struck door lightning every year? Hardly any. u know how many survive? Even less. And the number who get picked up door lost drivers? Zero. So far, you’re three for three, so how about a little less complaining and a little meer vooruit, voorwaarts motion.
Clark: u talk a lot.
Lois: Well, I’m just not very comfortable with uncomfortable silence, and you’re not exactly keeping up with your end of the conversation.
Lois: [To Martha.] Don’t take it personally. He doesn’t even remember his own name. [Lois shakes Martha's hand.] Lois Lane. I found him lying in a field near Route 31.
Martha: Thank u for helping him.
Lois: I guess I’m a sucker for stray dogs and naked guys. Okay, that didn’t come out right. It’s been a long night, and I am nicotine deprived.
Lois: Yeah. [Lois goes back to pour meer coffee.] Were she and Clark ever an item?
Martha: Oh, I think for a minute, but–
Lois: It’s funny, I never thought she’d fall for the farm boy type.
Martha: Trust me, that can happen to the best of us.
Lois: Not me. Give me a nerd with glasses any dag of the week.
Martha: Clark has many sides.
Lois: Yeah, I’ve seen several of them already.
Lois: I hate myself for being weak. I just knew that the moment I came here, it would make it real. I promise I’ll find out who did this to you. Even if I have to do it alone.
Clark: [From behind Lois.] You’re not alone.
Lois turns around, annoyed, to see Clark holding a bunch of flowers.
Lois: A fact u could’ve shared before u were breathing down my neck.
Lois: I’m glad to see we’ve moved beyond the “clothing optional” stage of our relationship. I’m surprised u even remember who I am.
Clark: Chloe’s cousin. [He walks toward her.] Nicorette addiction, can’t stand uncomfortable silences.
Lois: I’m just the only one doing something about it.
Clark: I get the feeling u like to do things yourself.
Lois: My dad raised me to be independent and self-sufficient.
Clark: [Slightly stinging, but friendly.] That would be one way to describe you.
Clark: [Smiles.] Look, why don’t u let me help u find out who did this to Chloe? Come on, u can stay at our house while you’re in town. [Lois hesitates.] It beats living out of your car.
Lois: [Accepting.] Thanks. But u should know I don’t pay attention to curfews and I never make my bed. I’ll give u some time alone.
Lois: [Still holding onto Clark's arm, she walks him down the hall.] Do u know how many people are struck door lightning every year? Hardly any. u know how many survive? Even less. And the number who get picked up door lost drivers? Zero. So far, you’re three for three, so how about a little less complaining and a little meer vooruit, voorwaarts motion.
Clark: u talk a lot.
Lois: Well, I’m just not very comfortable with uncomfortable silence, and you’re not exactly keeping up with your end of the conversation.
Lois: [To Martha.] Don’t take it personally. He doesn’t even remember his own name. [Lois shakes Martha's hand.] Lois Lane. I found him lying in a field near Route 31.
Martha: Thank u for helping him.
Lois: I guess I’m a sucker for stray dogs and naked guys. Okay, that didn’t come out right. It’s been a long night, and I am nicotine deprived.
Lois: Yeah. [Lois goes back to pour meer coffee.] Were she and Clark ever an item?
Martha: Oh, I think for a minute, but–
Lois: It’s funny, I never thought she’d fall for the farm boy type.
Martha: Trust me, that can happen to the best of us.
Lois: Not me. Give me a nerd with glasses any dag of the week.
Martha: Clark has many sides.
Lois: Yeah, I’ve seen several of them already.
Lois: I hate myself for being weak. I just knew that the moment I came here, it would make it real. I promise I’ll find out who did this to you. Even if I have to do it alone.
Clark: [From behind Lois.] You’re not alone.
Lois turns around, annoyed, to see Clark holding a bunch of flowers.
Lois: A fact u could’ve shared before u were breathing down my neck.
Lois: I’m glad to see we’ve moved beyond the “clothing optional” stage of our relationship. I’m surprised u even remember who I am.
Clark: Chloe’s cousin. [He walks toward her.] Nicorette addiction, can’t stand uncomfortable silences.
Lois: I’m just the only one doing something about it.
Clark: I get the feeling u like to do things yourself.
Lois: My dad raised me to be independent and self-sufficient.
Clark: [Slightly stinging, but friendly.] That would be one way to describe you.
Clark: [Smiles.] Look, why don’t u let me help u find out who did this to Chloe? Come on, u can stay at our house while you’re in town. [Lois hesitates.] It beats living out of your car.
Lois: [Accepting.] Thanks. But u should know I don’t pay attention to curfews and I never make my bed. I’ll give u some time alone.