*** The Continuation of my response to Michael's FDK ***CLARK: No! No, I wouldn’t have.
LOIS: Uh-huh.
CLARK: /tries to charm Lois with his good looks and dashing smile/
LOIS: /So, I could've had sex with Luthor and you wouldn't have minded?/
CLARK: /Uh, how did she come up with that just from my smile?/
LOIS: You would have tried to stop me either way! /mad/
CLARK: Yes, Lois lady pretty woman. She shouldn't be carnal with any man.
He does realize that there’s clones available, right?
Lex only had one viable clone at a time and the last one dove off the penthouse balcony. Plus, Lex was so satisfied with Lex-C that he killed off Dr. Leak, because he was no longer necessary to Lex's plans.
“It was more than sex to me.”
ER: /Poor Girl. There, there. Should I take you out for ice cream? I hear rocky-road is good./
So…’hot nurse’ fantasy can now be crossed off his bucket list? Since he already got ‘girl scout’ and ‘cheerleader’?
CLARK: I most definitely do not have such a list. Anyway, the only thing I have written on it is "journalist".
LINDA:
ER: /Can't believe that Clark is being overly cautious with Lois's safety/ Is he daft?
CLARK: What? She could still be lying.
EW: Who? Me? Nah. I don't believe in fishes. Red herring anyone?
He’s quite steeled himself for it. Then again, his bravado is gone now.
CLARK: Sorry, Lois, Kryptonians only mate in the Spring... uh... late Spring to be clear.
LOIS: Uh-huh. And you call ME a liar.
Maybe he’s a little ready?
CLARK: Hey!
CLARK: That was *my thigh*. Thank you very much!
Yes. I think he probably needs some time on a couch with Ari.
CLARK: So not going there.
Oh look!
CLARK: Once a liar. Always a liar. And I won’t entrust her life to Lois’s ability to tell the truth.
He doesn't want to rush into anything until come to the conclusion on who best to believe.
‘played naughty nurse’? Plus, I reiterate the pregnancy conundrum.
Actually, Lois wasn't dressed as a nurse. She came in through the window.
…it would have been so awkward if she had contracted some deadly hospital bug while visiting him.
CLARK: So, totally awkward. Do you know how much time and effort I put into this universe and then to have to go start over again. Forget it! I'd rather be a celibate hermit.
So, maybe she didn’t make love with Clark/Superman/Kal-El because a part of him was missing. Two parts, actually. This way, the curse didn’t get activated.
CLARK: That's my theory and I'm sticking with it.
LOIS: Who are you calling an 'it'?
CLARK: Master Yoda always said, ‘Do, or do not. There is no try.’
LOIS: So "do" already.
The ice Maiden and the guy who doesn’t want to have sex because he associates it with his former fiancée?
LOIS: Was I just insulted? /thinks it over/ *TWICE*?
Yes. Twice!
Am not sure about that extra print, there. Might be. Might not be.
Don't know myself. But you seem better at all this grammar stuff than me.
Yep.
CLARK: Wow…she looks just like Cat did when we went on that investigation of the male strippers con ring.
CLARK: Sorry, did I drool?
She sounds just about ready, now.
I'm sorry, can you trust anything that Lois says.
It had helped in the past. Plus, it would be a great reason for her to bend the truth.
LOIS: Hey!
Fine. Lie outright.
They should go to the Nutmeg Room
Sorry, what is a Nutmeg Room? A quick google search didn't come of with anything definitive.
Oh, that could come in handy. Him on the ground. Her ready to pounce.
LOIS: In his wildest dreams!
CLARK: Phew.
LOIS: You're not supposed to be relieved by that!
Wouldn’t that have been awkward to come out now?
It wasn't awkward?
Ooooh! Maybe a bit of punctuation here?
Do you mean a comma after "cold"? Sure. I guess. As a recovering comma slut, I'm not sure if it should be there or not, but the more the merrier, right?
“Yes, a compliment. I’ve been known to give them out from time to time.”
ER: /she has? When?/
LOIS: /What do you mean, I haven't!/ Ribbit?
LOIS: Excuse me, I have a bit of frog stuck in my throat.
CLARK:
What did they do to you on the Space Station?
Hah! That’s how he could keep her alive. Pick a fight *and* insult her.
CLARK: Seems to work for me.
LOIS: He’d prevent sex from happening. I would still go and investigate. Not that I’m not safe while I’m investigating.
CLARK: So, you're saying that I should satisfy her to the point of exhaustion and then I wouldn't have to worry about rescuing her as much? Hmmmm. Tough decision.
Hey! The Author is hoping for those! Right? *Right*?
Heckles? Um... I would understand them, being that my main characters can be quite frustrating.
Oooh! She’s going to be playing the good girl. That should be exciting for Superman.
LOIS: Oh, Superman, help me. I'm a French maid and my underwear seems to have disappeared. Please help me, Superman.
CLARK:
Flattery will get him everywhere.
Yep.
LOIS: Hey!
“What if I said, ‘I love your butt’?” he asked, snaking his hands down to her bottom and giving her a squeeze.
ER: /Can't believe he went there./
CLARK: So, I shouldn't be allowed to touch Lois above her clothing either?
LOIS: Only 15 minutes? Well, that's better than 5, I guess.
CLARK: /humiliation galore/ I took less than 5 minutes?
LOIS: No, that was Claude.
“I made a vow that I’d be abstinent until marriage,” he confessed softly.
Oh boy.
LOIS: He can fly. And Las Vegas doesn’t have a waiting period.
But Clark didn't propose.
LOIS:
So, now the truth is out... or is it? Who should Clark believe? Lois or Wells?
I think he’s already married so it doesn’t matter anyway.
CLARK: Not-uh. Lana dumped me. I can guarantee you that I've never been married before.
ZARA:
Actually, this story will be tied up before that point in canon.
