Darth Michael: 
No thanks.
Yuk. Why does this sound like he’s aborting the expecting mother?
LEX:
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I have no idea what gave you that idea.
He means a woman with lesser standards.
LEX: Aren't they always the better woman?
He doesn’t sound like an all that nice a person.
SANTA: /takes permanent marker and goes to town on Lex’s name on the good-boy-list/
CLARK: Santa!

You haven't taken his name off your list before NOW?
SANTA: Mrs. Claus always says nice things about little Lexie.
CLARK: Did someone say 'octopus'?
He does realize that the *say* that Anne has been a bit of a whore after marrying Henry, doesn’t he?
ANNE: The trial was fixed I tell you. FIXED!
LEX: Don't worry, I adhere to a strictly Tudor style of marriage.
ANNE: Lois, *run*!
running his finger down her chin to her neck on the monitor.
LOIS: I suddenly feel dirty. Like a group of homeless people partied on my grave.
LEX: Nigel! Go kill off a bunch of partying homeless people, will you?
NIGEL: Consider it done, sir.
The name of Kent's girlfriend sounded familiar to Lex, but he couldn’t place it.
Lady Linda? The high-priced callgirl he had employed about 7 years ago?
Name of the woman Paul Bender mentioned leaving Lois for in College because Lois was too frigid.
He *is* a bit of a Sus scrofa, isn’t he?
A bit.
No, she just wants to get her Pulitzer and move on.
SPENCER SPENCER: This will be the first time an article in LFI won that particular award. Maybe I should get Lex Luthor’s body instead of Superman, given he is so well equipped, that even the mere recounting is award winning.
LOIS: Not for fiction, for news.
LOIS: Duh! I’ll be so fast asleep, I won’t even notice what he’s doing to me until it’s too late.
CLARK: /plugging ears and hmmmming/ I don't want to hear about that.
LEX:
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LOIS: I was joking.
This is going to be fun!
LEX:

Madame Butterfly is broken. I should have the conductor fired and the diva sent to a Siberian brothel.
NATIONAL WHISPER: Opera House Employees happy that Lex Luthor didn't arrive for tonight's performance!
LEX: No, your honor, she did consent to the sex. After all, she had said ‘the full date experience’. I have it on a recording.
LOIS: That's not what I meant.
JUDGE: /pocketing cash/ Mr. Luthor is NOT guilty!
Yikes? Lois in the shower, with a dreamy look on her face?
No. The one of her walking down the street that Vatman noticed.
This sounds like maybe he’s not a 60+ Asian fellow with a potbelly but more like a young Jackie Chan.
I doubt Lois would have insulted his looks if he was a Jackie Chan type.
The truth of the matter was that Cat Grant had been in his limousine.
MICHAEL: [surprised that Cat *had* actually ridden on every ride in the park]
CAT: I didn't say that.
Wait, Lex kept the same car around for 10 years? I get it with a Ferrari, since those are collectibles, but a limousine, and actually keep using it, too? He’s not a very sophisticated rich person, is he?
It's a classic limousine. They never go out of style, since they look old to begin with. Perhaps he circulates it with others in his collection and it just came back up for use.
He’s a very immoral person, isn’t he?
You thought otherwise?
it had been Lex who had slipped a quarter ounce bottle of one-percent Revenge to the exotic dancer Arthur Chow was seeing on the side,
ER: I don’t know which of those remarks is more disturbing.
That Lex thinks he's punishing Cat by NOT sleeping with her, or that he caused Chow's ill-advise marriage to the stripper?
Maybe they should have Lex fixed?
CLARK: I'm working on it. /counts/ 98... 99... 100 rubber gloves. Will that be enough?
CAT: You're invulnerable. You can't catch anything he might have exposed himself to.
CLARK: /nods/ Fifty more, then. 101... 102... 103...
Actually, it was a 'closet' door, but how would he know that with x-ray vision, so I changed it to your idea. Thanks.
LOIS: First, you go and get a big shot of penicillin to take care of the VDs…
CLARK: But I didn't touch Linda.
LOIS: I saw your hand on her elbow.
CLARK: You're kidding, right?
LOIS: Shots!
CLARK: They don't work on me.
LOIS: /innocently/ Why not?
CLARK: Um... er... egg allergy?
LOIS: Try again.
So he can keep track of them and automate the accounting?
MRS. COX: Sir, this Gucci is an original isn't it?
LEX: Of course.
MRS. COX: Then can you explain this bulk order invoice for them?
It appears everybody is busy investigating.
[Even Michael, who is still searching for the missing Nfic side]
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It hasn't been written... yet.