-- Continuation of Response to Michael's FDK --
Hmm… I did wonder that when she walked in. But since Lois now thinks so too, nah, she’s just Ralph bait.
RITA: Re-write over here! Re-write! I don't want to be Ralph bait!
Did Cat just paint a target on her chest for Lex to aim at?
LEX: /glances up from co-ed/ Huh? What was that?
EW: Nope, she slipped on past.
Awwwwww. And that’s from Casablanca, isn’t it?
Hmm…sounds like she really did steal them. Lex’s goon would have been told to go for the morpheme stuff.
See! Cat's not so bad a reporter.
Kind of defeats the purpose to moving here though, doesn't it?
It wasn't as if he could erase her memory with a kiss, if he wanted to,
H.G.Wells: /blushes before admitting/ Well, not in this dimension, at least.
CAT: He can kiss me and wipe my memory clean. /Oh, wait that was an LLF story/
He was having… control issues while sleeping in his bed?
CLARK:

I do *not* wet the bed!
Clark crossed his arms. “Do you really feel the need to blackmail me, Lois, to keep silent? Don’t you trust me?”
ER: <<checks list>> Male. Reporter. She’s hot for him. So, no. Duh!
LOIS: In other words, "no".
Because the newsroom really isn’t the right place to talk about the fact that he can’t make it happen.
CLARK: Nowhere. Nowhere is that appropriate!
“Because I already know what it is, and this isn’t the time or place to discuss it,” she said. “Now, tell me!”
ER: <<passes out because EW went there>>
By not telling himself. /points at security chief Michael Garibaldi/ Less paperwork that way.
CLARK: I guess that could work as long as I don't talk to myself in the third person. Oooooh! But that's so hard!
Oh, *that* secret. I was right! [devilishly happy] She’s

Would that be me or Lois?
LOIS: You! You're the one always putting words into my mouth.
So Lois won’t hurt anyone during her Rumpelstilzchen moment?
Yes.
No, I'm saving that for later.
Sounds like he made a booboo…
Better kiss it better.
LOIS: Not on the newsroom floor, he doesn't. <<grabs Clark's arm>> Into the supply closet.
CLARK: Guys? Uuuuhh…guys with the white jacket. Over here. Yes. No, don’t think she’s too dangerous. I mean, she’s not got a gun in her bag or anything like that.
Are you *sure* about that?
RALPH: Oooh! Oooh! I can help.
Beat up Linda King?
She glared at him. “You know exactly what I’m doing, Clark,”
CLARK: Lex?
/Place image of Lois exploding like a nuclear bomb here, please/
“For your information, it’s just a watch; something I use to tell the time and make sure I’m not late.
ER: So, it’s a bit like a condom?
LOIS: Exactly! It prevents me from having sex.
CLARK: /considers this/ So, it means it wouldn't trigger the curse that way? Okay! Let's go! Deserted Island Time, but the watch stays here.
LOIS:
“On the lives of our future grandchildren,” Lois insisted.
ER: What grandchildren?
*FUTURE* Grandchildren. Not any that they have now.
So was Lois Lane. And Kal-El. Okay, Lois Lane did hold the gun that killed her source. And Kal-El did conspire against the line of succession of Krypton.
So, in other words, Eugene Laderman is toast?
Yes, but Lois will also use it to get him to *do* umm…well…Lois.
CLARK: No, no, no. *That* voice doesn't lead to sex. Trust me on this.