“Hans and Julia,” Les continued, turning to the other two, “This is the first time you've seen each other after being forced apart for years. I want passion! I want unbridled ecstasy! I want--”
SUPERMAN: Umm…Zara…the last time we saw each other, you had just filled up your diapers…
I want--”
Lois cleared her throat. “Could I just--?”
“I want aspirin!” Les finished,
“Of course not!” Lois said, innocently. Actually, the briefs were a little smaller than they should be, but she'd decided to let that pass.
“I just thought that, just for laughs, we could do a take where Superman and Zara act like they *aren't* ridiculously in love with each other.” She folded her hands and flashed Les a winning smile. “Just for laughs,” she repeated.
“Are you *trying* to ruin this movie?!” Les shouted at her. “The whole point is that he gets forced away from his home and the people he loves by forces beyond his control! He's an alien and doesn't belong here!”
Oh boy.
Les held up a hand. “I *mean*, he's an expatriate! He gets stranded here, but his heart is there. Do you follow?”
Les is an alienphobe who wants to make an x-rated movie out of the Kryptonian invasion?
Lois narrowed her eyes at Les, and her mouth formed into a tight line. “I think you're in for some surprises down the road, Mr. Donner.”
Lo-is!
“Okay, we've got a crane coming in about ten minutes, so everybody take a breather and then we'll head outside for the flying and landing scenes.” He shot another glare at Lois. “I trust nothing about *those* will strike you as controversial?” he spat.
LOIS: But Superman doesn’t *need* a crane. He can fly on his own accord.
LES:
Les threw his hands into the air. “But you're Superman!” he shouted. “Who ever heard of a Superman who can't stand heights?!”
That would be an interesting twist, now wouldn’t it?
“I'm on my way,” Lois replied, and headed for the stairwell. There was no way she was sharing an elevator with Hans.
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The kid cleared his throat, making her whirl around to face him. “Gran-gran?” he squeaked.
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when your time-machine landed. I was sick.”
Lois shook the proffered hand. “I didn't actually arrive in a--”
“You were sick?”
Wesley nodded.
Huh.
But you look like him—not exactly like him, mind you, but I can definitely see it somewhere around the—what is so funny?!”
Wesley forced back his laughter and grinned broadly at her. “Lane babble,” he replied.
“Granddaughter,” Wesley answered. “Anyway, yes, I'm blood-related, and yes, it's rare for us to get sick.” He shrugged. “It occasionally happens, though.”
He played with a girl who wore green jewelry?
“Only Superman flies,” Wesley repeated.
Yes, wouldn’t want to good people to think there’s another invasion going on.
“And—you want me to tell him not to?” Lois asked, trying to keep her breathing calm. She felt her heart stop when Wesley turned the car onto a major highway.
Not used to Lane-driving, is she?
“What did I say about driving without a licensed driver in the car?”
Lois' eyes widened in shock.
Life flash by, again?
“Please,” said Arnold, “won't you come inside? Hopefully, we can take your mind off of the drive up here.”
They got alcohol. Or chocolates?
Michael
