LEX: Yes, but Superman isn't obsessed with any of them. Only this one.
LOIS: I think I've just been insulted.
LEX: I DID propose, didn't I? Women!
ER: Maybe Superman should have fixated on an elderly gent, huh?
SUPERMAN: I'm thinking of giving up sex entirely since you've put that image in my head.
LOIS:
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What DID you DO??
And I was thinking about all the times Lois did not manage to make Clark willing.
CLARK: In my defense, my body was always willing, just my morals...
LOIS:
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You already discounted that one and writers never lie. So, no that was just flat sarcasm at the obvious reveal.
No?
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I mean. Of course not.
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Well…that would solve Clark’s problem, wouldn’t it?
CLARK: Helllooooo? Still in this cage.
ER: He does realize that sometimes pet cats bite their owners, right?
LEX: /rubs hands with glee/ Lovely.
ER: He got no idea where the bite might happen, huh?
LOIS:
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I'm not touching that with my mouth.
ER: No way!
EW: So, too obvious again, huh? I've got to stop dropping hints.
ER: Certain bits are just billboards by now.
But it's been weeks of posting... Fine. Cut this line here. And that one there. No more hints! You do realize in the outline of this story, you guys wouldn't have had Lois's POV for this whole investigation, right? Imagine how short this story would have been without out?
Anyhow, it’s a lie. And he’s also lying about it not being a lie.
LEX: He doesn't know that.
ER: So…lying is only bad if you’re found out?
LOIS: Same goes for investigating other peoples properties.

ER: Now, that’s just…I don’t think this Mr. Luthor is a very nice person.
EW: Really? Just figuring that out, huh?
ER: I’m not that good at picking up on obvious clues…
But... but... but... Fine! /shoulders slum as I go back and add in all those hints again... well, maybe not ALL of them./
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ER: And he’s not dissatisfied with her scars? Plus, her face got made up but they couldn’t deal with those scars?
LEX: Why pay extra?
ER: To have an unmarred doll? Plus, why waste her torso in the first place?
NIGEL: /shrugging/ He had the lowest bid. Sorry, boss.
ER: So…it’s Alfredo’s all over again?
[EW does not remember the spaghetti incident]
ER: The restaurant where Lois’s gave her first lapdance?
CLAUDE: No, that was at Le Bistreau Chaque.
ER: Umm…that wasn’t ‘Alfredo’s’?
Aunti Pasto's, and Lois gave Clark a lapdance at HIS apartment after HE cooked pasta with RED sauce *months* earlier.
CLARK:
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I'm THAT good.
ER: Yeah. Or give him a lapdance where she has a kitchen knife hidden in her garter belt.
LOIS: He wouldn't survive that long.
ER: You mean, until she lost enough clothes so can reach into her garter belt?
LOIS: I would never sit on Lex's lap.
ER: That’s what they call recycling, isn’t it?
LEX: And they say I'm not pro-environment.
ER: I wonder what the carbon footprint of a clone is compared to regular reproduction.
LEX: My fiancée is not pro-environment.
LOIS:
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ER: So she’d never forget, huh?
LOIS: Of course not. That's when Clark & I got close.
ER: Most people just try to recreate the experience each year.
CLARK: We got close during the lapdance, not because she got shot, right, minha?
CAT: Savior? That's a new one. Hmmmm. Savior? Yes, I think I could get used to that title.
ER: /So did Emma_Swan/
(I haven't finished S1, yet.

Too busy writing.)
So…how does Lex prevent the security guard from learning what his boss is up to?
Death squads.
NIGEL: Ready! Aim! Fire!
GUARDS: I don't see anything. How about you, Joe?
JOE: Nope.
Looking forward to your writing vacation, huh?
I keep asking for one, but nobody thinks I'm serious. They keep giving me the kind of vacation where I have no time to write, instead.
