Michael: LOIS: /Psst. Some of us think of her as ewwwww, but if you think she's an evil writer now, wait until you see what she does to me next!/
CLARK: Lois! Spoilage!
LOIS: Ooops. Sorry, my bad.
There There. You still get to cuddle with Clark if you manage to seduce him into your bed.
LOIS: <sniffle> Thanks, Michael. :rolleyes: IF being the opportune word there.
CLARK: <clears throat> Hey, Lois, I think I might have left the kettle on at my apartment. I'll be right...
LOIS: Like I haven't heard *that* one before.
EW: A wise Evil Overlord always has a sniper ready to take out patient generals before they can launch their next attack.
Nah, I think we'll keep Clark on the side of good for now.
CLARK: Just one shot? PLEASE!
He really needs to work on his communication skills, doesn’t he?
Isnt' that always been their biggest issue: lack of communication?
Fourteen years. When the kids start cooking dinner without a stove.

I don't think... I know... That wouldn't have been... Oh, God!
EW: <Channeling Tank>
MICHAEL /tapping foot/: Who has exposed him to Kryptonite while Lois is in need of medical care?
CLARK: In my defense, I wasn't listening to anyone but Lois.
She’s shot. And if she’s not up for more, I figure it’s better than nothing?
<EW looks skeptical.>
CLARK: Not for our first time!
Like forwarding through the talking portions of adult entertainment videos?
Um... Yeah. Sure.
Now look a that. I think the icecube has just molten to nothing.
I've said it before: the real reason for global warming.