"That witch? That . . ." Lois sputtered. "How could you even think a thing like that?"
"Do I see a choice here?" Clark asked. "You refuse to marry a hack from nowheresville and apparently the rules are, if I'm going to be Santa, I have to have a wife."
"I forbid you to marry that woman!"
"Lo-is . . You can't forbid anything. You're not my fiancee, you're not my wife."
"Assuming I agree to this . . .That is just assuming for the moment I say yes, just to save you from yourself, mind you, do we have to tell anybody?"
