Darth Michael: I'm just plugging along. Busy little FDK responder bee.
Well, Mini-Lex hasn’t yet learned how to tie his shoes.
Oh, I never looked at Lex's shoes. Was he wearing laced shoes? Yes, that might be above Lex-C's abilities.
He did have a habit of scooping up failing companies, which were usually faltering for no apparent reason.
LOIS: [Knows that she should have come to Lex to help her out with her Met Star problem]
Riiiiiiigggght.
Is a secret door going to pop open?
No. The secret door is accessed away from his desk.
Oooh! She should have brought some cuare with her.
LNN: "We're all mourning our great leader Mr. Luthor, who died of acute curare poisoning late last night after a shag with his assistant, Mrs. Cox, -- no first name supplied -- who was found handcuffed naked to the wall of his office. She claimed that he lit up his usual after consummation cigar and died. She is being held for questioning and medical treatment."
EW: My, that would have been a surprise.
CLARK:
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Lois!
LOIS:
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I have no idea to what you might be referring. I spent the weekend in Smallville with you, remember? REmemBER!
Is she going to find Mrs. Cox’s panties stuck in the door?
Mrs. Cox: Doubtful. I don’t wear any to the office.
I was going to say.
CLARK: I fail to see the difference…
LOIS: So, any man with interest in me is being nefarious?
CLARK: /straightens his too tight tie/ I didn't say that.
Why would he lie?
/cough/ Lex Luthor, criminal mastermind. Why not lie? She IS a woman after all. They can't handle the truth! /cough/
LEX: Yeah, what was a I going to say? Sorry, Darling, but I have to go get ready for my once a year sexual tryst with my ex-wife, but don't worry I'll be sending in a clone of me to keep you company. Be sure not to entertain him as you want to with me.
Mrs. Cox was but a minnow in Lex’s pond; he was the grouper.
Groper. [hee-hee]
And the difference being??
PERRY: One is a fish and the other is a slimy eel.
Someone has to keep track of his appointments.
MRS. COX:
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9am: Do Assistant. 10am. Meeting with Nigel. 11am - Take over company to get supplier of their bathroom soap which smells like orchids. 12am - Lunch with assistant. 2pm - Meet with scientists over best way to kill SM. 3pm - Slap and tickle with Assistant. 4am - Behead double spy mole in Intergang 5pm - Meet with advisers on best way to take over the world, this week. 7pm - Drinks with Assistant.
And yet, she did plan on boinking her ex-husband on their wedding day.
Wait! Wait! Wait! Mrs. Cox was married to Clark?!
So, those are less sturdy than Lex’s desk?
LEX: Well, duh!
The other is that one employs Linda King, the other Superman’s main squeeze.
LOIS: Yes, why does anyone read that rag?
Right. Forgot about that [silly me!]
You know me. I like to be thorough.
Maybe Lois should invest in some carry-on mace and a chastity belt.
LEX: Is that a new perfume?
LOIS: Yes. I call it Eu de' Octopus!
SUPERMAN: You called?
LOIS: Who needs a chastity belt with him in town?
Seems almost like a fratboy, huh?
Oh, my gosh! Lex-C was cloned from Smallville Lex by mistake!
He does sound less refined.
NIGEL: Sir, maybe we should have the clone perform the mob-duties in the future.
LEX: But I *like* shooting people. Oh…maaaaan. When I catch that quack Mambo…
Mambo? Don't you mean Leek? Mambo is S4.
Is he going to ‘faint’ from the bullet wound?
LEX: Say, what?!
LOIS: Oh, nothing. EW said something about tit for tat.
LEX: Oh, sure.
I'd love to see your tats.
Rich men change multiple times a day, so the women don’t smell each other on his clothes. Also, he needed the clone to wear his other suit.
True. Someone pointed out that he's rich enough to own two copies of the same suit, so surely there must have been another reason for Lex to change his clothing.
Yes, but he still has the drive to the opera to work with. And sociable billionaires always show up to the opera with their dates being smashed.
BRUCE: Wrong billionaire.
LEX: Yes, I only drug my dates with Revenge.
LEX: What? It’s a fabulous piece of compensation. /holds up whole peanut/
Why are you looking at me like that?
What's with the peanut?
Do you mean he's paying Lois with a bottle of bubbly and his $1 Mil car?
LOIS: Yes, I'm *that* good, and *that* was without any sex.
Right, as if she’d be writing up the next morning’s headline as ‘Reporter Assaulted by Billionaire – Billionaire in need of reconstructive testicular surgery’
Probably best not to report on the assault, being that she's basically on probation.
Twins? Or should Cat maybe not blow for an officer tonight?
CAT: Yeah, I should probably track down Clark and see what he... Ooooh. Is that eye-candy?
He lost a bet. Bill Church Jr. bet him he couldn’t crack The Ice Queen before dinner was over and now he had to pay up.
CAT:
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I should have known. And thanks for the scoop!
LOIS: /reading next day/ What... what... huh... why do people still call me the Ice Queen? Clark thawed me weeks ago.
CLARK: I did? Oooops. I was just trying to warm up your coffee.
LEX: As if anyone would be stupid enough to mess with a car that has the Boss’s ‘xXx’ printed on the license plate holders.
But they might add an explosive device.
Five minutes. Five hours.
CAT: Oh, no. The Metropolis Trade Tower is much better locale for late night noogie, unless she's planning on showing Lex how to put a newspaper to bed...
Ooooh! Instant hooker.
CAT: Exxxxcuse me? /points at ‘True Lies’/ If it’s good enough for Arnold, it’s good enough for me.
Arnold wore a skin-tight cheetah print dress in True Lies? I don't remember him doing that. Jamie-Lee, on the other hand...
Tsk Tsk Tsk.
CAT: What? If he hadn’t, he would be useless to me.
CAT: And Lois says I'm no investigator. Ha!
That’s new.
JIMMY: I’m *not* wearing that red shirt. Maybe Mr. Luthor wants it?
Well, no Jack...
He was stuck on the island for a while during Nightfall.
CAT: Actually, it was the other way round, even if Phil filled up the toner.
CLARK: Too much information...
ER: [Amazed anyone ever thought Jimbo was the smart cousin, just because he knew about computers]
JIMMY: Tell me about it.
PERRY: What can I say? He’s not gotten much between the ears but the pictures look okay when he’s behind a camera. Plus, he’s affordable.
Do know that Jimbo wasn't working at the DP at the time of PML and Jimmy probably wasn't in a bragging mood after needing to be saved from walking into traffic by SM.
CAT: I swear, if he keeps mum about that, I’ll make sure that Lois marries Lex Luthor.
Right. ARgh!
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My bad. Hold on a second, there, bub! There was only ONE dead Lois, and I didn't kill her (that I know of).
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