Oooh, how in the world did I miss Darthy feedback???
The cloying cloud of perfume from Cat. The heavy scent of cheap peppermint schnaps sprinkled with bits of vomit from Ralph. The Elvis jingles wafting out from Perry’s office. And Lois’s rump.
Lois: You'd better be saying it's a sight and not a smell or a sound.
Awwww… Although, let’s hope he does press conferences always from behind a podium.
Clark:
Quite literally. The ceiling was never that clean before.
/makes note to remind Clark of that the next time he curses them/
Clark: I promise not to!
Hey! She *could* have stayed the night.
Lois: Are you saying I'm easy? I just didn't want to be up all night when I had to work in the morning.
LOIS: /pulls out photograph of Call-Me-Daniel/ Umm…no?
Clark:
Aaaaand your point being...?
Point...point...um...I know I had one of those....damn, can't remember it.