Okay, my hour is up. So this is the last one.
Now, THAT would be a story.
Mistreat her. Ralph isn’t that choosey.
RALPH: No, I ain't. Hey, wait. Yes, I *am*. Only prime grade female for me.
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: [Huh]
BARON TEMPOS: Stupid nitwitted wizard. He should never have added the procreation clause.
LULU: You mean we could still have done that Parisian thing and that other stuff? Plus whatever we want when I’m right between my window.
LONE CLARK: Yeah, but you’re a tad prickly during that other time of the month, so…
EW: *FUTURE* Grandchildren. Not any that they have now.
ER: Or will ever have.
LOIS: I'm okay with that.
FATES: Ooooh. Did you just hear, sister? Lois Lane wants LOTS and LOTS of children!
EW: So, in other words, Eugene Laderman is toast?
ER: Only if Lois can’t rescue him. Or Clark not have sex with him in a cheap motel.
LOIS: /scoffs/ Of course I can rescue him.
CLARK: I believe I can restrain myself.
CLARK: No, no, no. *That* voice doesn't lead to sex. Trust me on this.
ER: He seems awfully sure of himself.
He should be. That's the voice Lana used to use on him whenever she wanted something.
CLARK: It's works better than a dip in the Arctic.
