At least she doesn't do to him what she does to plants. The horror!
Yes, I believe it’s Clark’s job to provide *her* with coffee, not the other way ‘round.
Give me the [censored] epidural! For the love of God, you sadist!
Coupling, on epidurals:
No, that’s a name, the NCC-1701’s a ship
CAT: She certainly is the Ice Queen.
Lois: <hits Cat with an oversized ice cream spoon>
Maybe he's born with that Earthly complexion. Maybe it's Maybelline.
Maybe he should have used something sturdier than spandex, then?
Clark: I tried plate armor, but Lois threatened me.
A bit of a chicken and egg situation, isn’t it?
Clark: <does the math> Sorry, but blondes are statistically trouble in Metropolis. Including the blonde who writes my stories.
LEX: I do not need self love.
Lois: That's not what I heard.
Burn!
But it felt powerful to me, and kept driving home Clark's plight in my mind.
CLARK:
(translation: that it did)
Let’s see what Together is about…
Michael
