Darth Michael: Happy Saturday!
He knows how to keep a job, huh?
He’s not doing his master any favors, there.
LEX-C: If I wasn't supposed to be doing Father favors, why am I here?
LEX: Huh, that fits me, too.
CLARK: Maybe if me moved him into the toilettes and reopened his wound, he could die in the crapper, too.
LOIS: [at the realization that Clark, indeed, was telepathic!]
CLARK: What? I polished up on my Elvis.
PERRY: That was just a rumor! Elvis died in the shower.
He also married below his age, didn’t he?
With Ari? No. I'm thinking with Lois he might try though.
LOIS:

Belong? *Be-long?* [does impersonation of Volcano Valdez]
CLARK: Of course, Lois. You belong to yourself.
See?
LEX:

Get off her, Kent. She is mine.
CLARK: Uh-ugh.
