Lois: Lucy? Are you home?
Lucy: I thought you were going out tonight.
Lois: Oh, I gotta work, I can't. Don't start.
Lucy: Did you find an escort to Lex Luthor's White Orchid Ball yet?
Lois: No I did not.
Lucy: Lois, its tomorrow night. What about Mitchell? I thought you liked him.
Lois: Mitchell is a hypochondriac.
Lucy: I just hate to see you sitting at home.
Lois: I get out plenty. I have dates.
Lucy: You have interviews. It's not the same thing. Lois, I just want you to meet a super guy.

Lucy: What happened with the other guy, Barry? He still leaves messages on the machine.
Lois: Please.
Lucy: He was a very nice guy. He brought flowers.
Lois: He's a periodontist.
Lucy: And Mitchell.
Lois: Hypochondriac.

Lois: I'll need a task force. I can't cover this story alone.
Perry: You can have Jimmy.
Lois: Chief, we're talking about the space program.
Perry: Ok, take Kent.
Lois: Kent?!
Perry: Kent!!
Lois: What about Meyerson?
Perry: He's busy.
Lois: Burns?
Perry: Budapest.
Lois: Forget Kent.
Perry: Uh-uh, he's a good man.
Lois: Kent is a hack from Smallville. I couldn't make that name up.
Perry: Kent or nobody.
Lois: Fine. Don't ever say that I'm not a team player.

Lois: And let's get something straight, I did not work my buns off to become an investigative reporter for the Daily Planet just to baby-sit some hack from nowheresville! And another thing, you are not working with me, you are working for me. I call the shots, I ask the questions. You are low man - I am top banana and that's the way I like it, comprende?
Clark: You like to be on top. Got it.
Lois: Don't push me Kent, you are way out of your league.

Martha: I call it 'Too Much, Too Soon, Tortured Heart, Waning Moon' . . . what do you think? Too cerebral?
Clark: No, no its...its very imaginative.
Jonathan: Uh huh...
Martha: So now tell me more about this woman you're going to Lex Luthor's ball with.
Clark: Lois is. . . well she's complicated. Domineering, uncompromising, pig headed. . . brilliant. And we're not really going out. It's business.

Lex: I must confess that I love the fact that everyone in the city has to look up in order to see me.

Lois: You are a strange one, Clark Kent.
Clark: Am I?
Lois: Yeah, but I think I got you figured out.
Clark: Really?
Lois: Umhm
Clark: Didn't take you very long.
Lois: Well, its my business looking beyond the external. Don't fall for me farmboy. I don't have time for it.

Lois: I said 9, I thought you'd be naked - ready.

Lois: So, explain something to me. You, you, eat like an 8-year old and you look like Mr. Hardbody . . . what's your secret . . . and can I have it?

Perry: Never underestimate the need for a good obituary!
Jimmy: I'm thinking of one right now.

Clark: Why don't we have dinner?
Lois: Oh, I don't know
Clark:We should celebrate . . .
Lois: Ok. Yeah. Oh, wait a second what am I talking about? I can't, I have plans tonight.
Clark: Luthor?
Lois: Yes.

Lois: Well coming from Mr. Greenjeans that's really... I live by three rules. I never get involved with my stories, I never let anybody else get there first, and I never sleep with anyone I work with. This is business.

Lex: Let me tell you what I want. My talent in life is not making money. Its not juggling companies. Its character assessment. And I sense things about you. Possibilties, potentials. You have the intelligence, the spirit and the vision to transcend the mundane.

Antoinette: Very impressive, Lois. These days a woman has to know self-defense.

Perry: Kent? Oh, Kent, there you are.
Clark: Yes sir.
Perry: They told me you were in here.
Clark: Yes sir.
Perry: Did you make your call?
Clark: I was just about to, sir.
Perry: So are you looking for something?
Clark: No sir, not really.
Perry: Um, well I guess I better be getting back.
Clark: Yes, sir.
Perry: When are you coming, out of the closet?
Clark: Soon, sir. Very soon.

Lois: I still can't believe you came barrelling in here like some 500 pound gorilla! If you really thought we were in trouble, why didn't you bring the police?
Clark: Look . . .
Lois: Don't tell me, I already know! You're like every other man in Metropolis! You've got this testosterone surplus that says, "I can do it myself"!
Clark: Lois, I've somehow managed to . . .
Lois: Mess everything up? No kidding!

Martha: Well, one thing's for sure. Nobody's going to be looking at your face.
Clark: Mom!!
Martha: (laughing) Well they don't call them tights for nothing!

What the hell is that?
Is it a bird?
Is it a plane?
No, just a guy in a pair of tights and a cape.

Lois: What the hell ARE you?

Perry: Great shades of Elvis!!

Cat: Lois Lane, finally, literally, swept off her feet. Too bad he's an alien.

Superman: I came to tell you that I know who you are . . . who you really are.

Superman: Oh, one more thing. If you ever need to find me, all you have to do is look up.

Lois: No, I never have dessert.

Lois: Oh, you mean like where you meet my parents and then you try to give me a hickey in the vacant lot behind the local Dairy Freeze; no, this is not a date!

Lucy: And I know why Alan never called you again . . . dragging him to that Women in Journalism seminar, "Weak Men and the Wise Women Who Love Them." You've got to stop scaring them off, Lois.

Trask: Does Superman have telepathic powers?
Lois: I hope not.

Cop: Either the machine is broken again, or this reporter is so mild-mannered, he hasn't got a pulse!

Cat: Chief, it is horrible the way they're treating us. See that agent over there? He frisked me . . . twice!

Clark: You're full of surprises.
Cat: You have no idea.

Lois: I'm not here, I'm not staying. If anybody calls, tell them I was never here. Don't even admit that I was here. If someone knocks at the door, don't open it, unless you're sure you know who it is. Don't sign anything, don't accept any deliveries, I don't know where I'm going, don't call me, I'll call you. You got all this?

Lois: Well, look what the cat dragged in.

Lois: Clark, you can do the horizontal rhumba with the entire Met-Net cheerleading squad for all I care, just keep your hands off my copy.

Clark: Look, somehow everybody thinks that we were hanging from the chandeliers wearing black leather the other night.
Cat: Ummm. Well, we were interrupted.

Lois: You are so weird. Works for you though.

Lois: That's the thing about luck: You don't question it.

Perry: Lois, Lois, what happened?
Lois: Before or after we were thrown out of the plane?
Perry: Air - airplane?

Superman: I hear you've been looking for me.
Lois: All my life.

Lois: Where are you from? I mean, you're not from Kansas, that's for sure.
Superman: I'm from another planet. A place called Krypton.
Lois: Do you mind if I write some of this down?
Superman: No.
Lois: You seem, uh, to have all the parts of a man.
Superman: Well, I am a man, Lois. Just like you're a woman.
Lois: I'm really glad you're here. But why are you here?
Superman: To help.
Lois: To help. I need a little bit more of a quote than that. Something like, 'I have not yet begun to fight,' or 'Damn the torpedoes,' Something like that. I mean if you said, I am here to fight for truth or justice.
Superman: Well truth and justice, that sounds good. You can use that.
(Someone shouts for help)
Lois: What is it?
Superman: Someone's in trouble.
Lois: This is a job for Superman, right?

Lois: Some days you step in it, some days you don't.

Cat: I love it when they play hard to get!

Cat: Poor Lois . . . all work and no personality.

Lois: Hi, you've reached the desk of Lois Lane. Leave a message at the tone. But don't expect a call back unless it's about Superman . . . Have a great day!

Artist: You said brown.
Lois: Not brown brown, not dull, insipid, mud brown like Clark's - no offense Clark.
Clark: Mud?
Lois: More vibrant, more radiant!
Cat: Bedroom eyes!
Jimmy: Hey, if he is an alien maybe he doesn't get the old...you know...itch.
Cat: Mmph, only one way to find out
Lois: Uggh! A possible visitor from another planet and all you can think about is dragging him off to your lair to try him out?
Cat: Test drive, Lois! A couple hours behind the wheel and I'd know for sure if we're talking import . . . or domestic!
(Lois rolls her eyes and looks back at the artist's drawing)
Lois: No, the features are too coarse! Think noble . . . think Greek god.
Artist: A Greek god?
Lois: For example the chin, its square but not pointed. The chin of a man who stands for something.
Artist: Like Clark!?
Lois: This is Superman we're talking about. Not some Tom, Dick or..ugh!
Clark: You know, he didn't seem that special to me. I mean, except for the flying and the uniform, he could be any ordinary guy.
Lois: Ordinary? Give me a break! What we've got here is an example of human evolution, before and after. Clark here is the before, Superman is the after. Make that, the way, way after.

Artist: You want a portrait? Get a camera!

Lois: I should have the exclusive on the follow-up. Those are the rules.
Perry: The rules are off. This is too big.
Lois: But he's mine. He's mine. As in my story, story mine.

Lois: Sure, Clark. And when you run across Jimmy Hoffa and the Easter Bunny, why don't you reel them in, too?

Clark: Nine hundred and fifty?
Landlord: You want cheap, go back to Iowa.
Clark: Kansas.

Landlord: Quietest building in Metropolis. You married?
Clark: No.
Landlord: Girlfriend?
Clark: No.
Landlord: Boyfriend?

Lucy: You should be ashamed of yourself.
Lois: I am ashamed of myself, I'm ashamed of myself.

Lois: Consider this a life lesson. No charge.

Perry: I love the smell of fear in the newsroom.

Mr. Cleveland: Superman is definitely an alien entity. He comes from the planet Trofax and he's not alone. I've been on the ship, there are thousands like him. Freeze-dried. Awaiting a call to arms.
Lois: Freeze-dried?

Clark: I don't know, mom. It's a bomb stain.
Jonathan: Clark, are you sure you're alright? We saw that explosion on television. It was no nickel popper.
Clark: I'm fine. Now if I could only get this out.
Martha: The important thing is to blot, not rub.

Lois: Well, what he can't do, it doesn't matter. It's the idea of Superman. Someone to believe in, someone to build a few hopes around. Whatever he can do, that's enough. I just wish that I could tell him that. I just hope its not too late.

Lex: Superman has morals. He has ethics, he is unrelentingly good . . . because of that, I will win.

Jimmy: Lois what happened?
Lois: Nothing, nothing at all. Oh, you're referring to my apperance. Well, I think after hours of trudging through the mud and the filth and the frogs and the things, I have a perfect right to be a bit dishelved. By the way, did you know that it is possible to get completely lost at the Metropolis Sewage Reclamation Facility? And did you know that there are billions of mosquitoes there? I do, because I met them!

Clark: Consider this a life lesson, Lois. No charge.
Lois: You set me up?
Clark: Yes, I did.
Lois: Congratulations Clark, you win.
Clark: I...I didn't win.
Lois: Yes you did. You got the story. And you took me down a peg in the process. I guess I deserved that. You worked hard and you earned your success.
Clark: Thanks Lois. That means a lot to me.
Lois: Well I hope so. Cherish this moment because Clark, you'll never experience this again.
Clark: Hey Lois, what have we got going on tomorrow?
Lois: Now there you're using that word again Clark. There is 'you'. There is 'I'. There is no 'we'.
Clark: Not yet.
Lois: Not ever.
Clark: We'll see.
Lois: How long can you hold your breath?
Clark: A very long time.

Lex: Well, Superman has made a valiant effort. Unfortunately, he's failed. I suppose that proves he's only human.

Lois: What's the matter - Cat got your tongue?

Cat: I'm on my way to the house of ill repute to interview the, uh, lady in question.
Lois: Aren't those also known as cathouses?
Cat: [gasps] Lois made a joke!

Lois: Benjamin Franklin is alive and living in my electric blender.

Helene Morris: You spoke at my women's group last October. "The Weaker Sex: Fact or Fiction" - it was a terrific speech.
Lois: Well, thank you. I'm really glad that you liked it.
Helene: Oh, I need to speak to you about my husband. He's disappeared.
Lois: Uh, 1st floor, try missing persons.
Helene: No, no! He's really disappeared! I'm the invisible man's wife.
Lois: Uh, could you just wait over there for just a moment for ... Jimmy!
Clark: Come on, let's talk to her.
Lois: Why are you so interested in this?
Clark: I'm fascinated by the paranormal.
Lois: Ugh! Why doesn't that surprise me?
Clark: Oh come on!
Lois: Who knows? Maybe she'll introduce us to Casper the Friendly Ghost.

Clark: Does everything in life have to have a perfectly reasonable explanation?
Lois: Everything.
Clark: All grounded in clear scientific reason?
Lois: Of course.
Clark: No magic left in the universe?
Lois: No, and there's no werewolves or vampires loose in the city either.
Clark: What about Superman?
Lois: Huh?
Clark: There's a man living somewhere in Metropolis who flies, Lois.

Clark: What, you're worried this will all go to Superman's head?
Lois: No, I'm worried he'll forget about me.

Clark: Hot date?
Lois: Uh, huh.
Clark: With who?
Lois: Superman.

Lois: Couldn't you afford a whole dress?
Cat: Less is more, darling. Sometimes.

Clark: Date with Superman, huh?
Lois: What are you doing here, barn dance let out early?
Clark: I filed the Morris story. You're very welcome.
Lois: I was saving for Tahiti. But a date with Superman . . . that would have been a real adventure. Oh, Clark! He doesn't even know I'm alive! Maybe it was stupid of me to think that he . . . cared.
Clark: It's . . . it's not so stupid, Lois. Did you ever think that maybe . . . Superman was afraid to reveal himself? His true feelings?

Clark: Superman on T.V? I don't think so. Look, Alan maybe you better stay at my place until this whole thing is resolved.
Lois: Well, I'll see you guys in the morning. (Her robe falls open revealing Superman pajamas)
Clark: Lois, not you too.

Alan: If anything happens, I'll just fade into the backround.

Clark: Lois has a pair of Superman pajamas.
Martha: You saw Lois in her pajamas?
Clark: No! Well, yes, but it was an accident, when her robe came undone.

Lois: When I was a kid, Lucy and I used to play this game. We'd ask each other "what would you rather be able to do, fly or be invisible?".
Clark: And you chose?
Lois: Mmm, Invisible. I wished I could walk through all those closed doors. I guess I still do.
Clark: And what do you think you'd find there behind all those closed doors?
Lois: Mmm, I don't know. Something . . . different . . . wonderful. Something I don't have. Can't have. So what about you?
Clark: What?
Lois: Invisible or fly?
Clark: Fly.
Lois: Really?
Clark: Yeah.
Lois: You know, I never thought I would say this, Clark, but you and I have something in common.
Clark: What's that?
Lois: Superman. You want to fly like him; and I want to fly with him.

Superman: You don't need to bid for my attention, Lois.
Lois: You saw me there? I didn't think you noticed. I thought I was just another face in the crowd.
Superman: You will always be special to me, Lois.
Lois: I will?
Superman: You're the first woman who ever . . . interviewed me.

Lois: Danger is my business, Alan.

Alan: My hand isn't on your thigh!!

Murray Brown: We got world wide merchandising rights. Now, I'm talking movies. I'm talking mini-series. I'm talking music videos, comic books, action figures, but you call all the shots. Quality control, that's Murray Brown's middle name. If you don't like it, kid, we don't do it. Now, how can you turn down a deal like that?
Superman: I can't.
Lois: You can't?!?
Superman: But all proceeds go to charity.

Lois: My God, Clark, I'm Dr. Frankenstein's daughter!

Lois: Give me a minute to pat down my goosebumps.

Jimmy: There was no earthquake, Lois. If the earth moved for you last night, it must have been something else!

Lois: You don't want to be partnered with a hypocritical reporter who talks a good game but backs off the minute things hit too close to home.
Clark: Yes, I do.

Clark: Let's go pumpkin . . . Lois.

Lex: Imagine a man whose net worth is in excess of 20 billion dollars and that the same man is currently the 3rd richest man on the planet superceeded only by Mr. Albert Chow of Hong Kong and Leila Pappas of Athens, Greece. And when I say "currently" I really mean "temporarily." And that the same man has an additional annual income of over 2 billion which is approximately 200 million a month, 7 million a day, 300 thousand an hour, 5 thousand a minute . . . how long have we been talking Max? That man is me. I hope you see my point . . . You don't see my point. Why am I not surprised? Well, then let me explain it to you Max. If a man like you has a problem, I expect you to solve it with your own usual flair. For a man like me, on the other hand, life is a bowl of rubies. An extremely large bowl. I have no problems!

Lois: Partners?
Perry: You and Kent. The experience of the battle-scarred veteran paired with the hunger of the exciting, fresh talent.
Lois: I am not that scarred, and he is not that exciting.
Perry: Your tenacity. His tact. Believe me, Lois, the two of you, there's chemistry there. It's gonna make for great stories.
Lois: But Perry, partnership, it's like marriage!
Perry: That's right, you've got to work at it.
Lois: It takes patience and understanding and a willingness to be supportive.
Perry: I know, honey. Fake it. Now go find your partner.
Clark: Howdy, partner. What sounds better, Kent and Lane, or Lane and Kent. Kent and Lane. Lane and Kent.
Lois: Neither.
Jimmy: Lane and Kent, definitely.
Clark: Why?
Jimmy: Tradition! Abbott and Costello, Martin and Lewis. Straight man always goes first.

Lois: Have you ever met anybody who's so wrapped up in their work they don't have time for anyone or anything?
Clark: Is this a trick question?

Lois: Are you coming? Or are you gonna stay there and sulk?

Jimmy: Does the phrase Mad-Dog-Lane ring a bell?

Lois: You rotten back-stabbing piece of slime! You know some people might be fooled by that innocent boyish exterior but not me, not anymore.
Clark: Tea, Lois? It's a calming, herbal blend.

Lois: Wha . . . What are you doing here?
Clark: My job! You're looking at the Metro club's newest bartender.
Woman: Charlie!
Lois (mutters): Charlie?
Woman: I hardly recognized you!
Lois (softly): Join the club.

Lois: And who are you supposed to be? Popeye the Sailor man?

Jimmy: Lois, this just came for you. The, ah, drycleaner said he had a terrible time with the, uh, feathers.

Lex: That's what friends are for. Tonight you looked like you could use one.

Jimmy: Professional but naughty . . . I like it!

Lois: You'd like that wouldn't you? Me, at home, in a schlumpy robe, crying in a tub of Rocky Road? In your dreams, Kent . . . in your dreams.

Lois: You could've said that we were sharing some fleeting moment of passion, but no you couldn't think of that could you!
Clark: Well, I'll remember that the next time we're in a closet together.

Clark: Sometimes on a team the person carring the ball gets hemmed in and she has to hand off to another member of the team who is in a better position to score.

Perry: You ever try to milk a steer?

Clark: At least my cover is still safe.
Lois: Well, Merry Chrismas and Happy New Year.

Lex: Let's do it.
Lois: I beg your pardon?
Lex: A song request. 'Let's do it, let's fall in love.'

Perry: What's the problem today, Lois?

Lois: He's a man. I'm a woman. Do you want me to draw you a diagram?

Lois: Jealous. Ha!

Clark: Drumstick?

Perry: If you went up there to those windows and told me you could fly, I'd back you up. I'd miss you, but I'd back you up.

Lois: Seems to me if your real parents don't care enough to raise you why give it a second thought?
Clark: Because if they gave you away they must have had a reason, and it's that not knowing that kills you.
Lois: Good . . . you stick to the touchy feely stuff and I'll concentrate on Superman.

Lois: I've seen that pig before.

Amy: Of course it's a pig. Haven't you ever seen a pig before? Not very smart is she?

Lois: You took advantage of our priviledged interview session to steal highly incriminating evidence from an unsuspecting subject. Oh! I love that! Mmmm!

Lex: You can't make chicken soup without plucking a few chickens.

Amy: Main Gate? Consider it zapped.

Cat: What is a gooeybear?

Lex: Look, can I jump in here?
Phillip and Superman: No!

Cat: Kids do the darndest things.

Lois: She'll be putty in my hands.

Clark: Look what I found.
Lois: Found? You mean stole.

Clark: I bet you were a cute kid.
Lois: I'm still a cute kid.

Lois: Three more people are claiming to be the President's brother.
Perry: Boy, his father was a busy man.

Lois: You are always editing my copy!
Clark: Okay, well, next time you fight the bad guy and I'll write the story!

Cat: The man's a superhero. Not a dog.

Clark: It takes as long as it takes.
Lois: I didn't know Zen was so popular in the country.

Lois: I'm seeing guys in overalls, discussing hog futures.

Jason Trask: Secret identity, now that's very clever.

Lois: I feel like Dorothy! Shouldn't a tornado be flying me off to Oz pretty soon?

Clark: Popcorn, creamed corn, corn on the cob. We are in luck!

Martha: Lois, you'll be in Clark's room. Clark, you'll be on the couch. Unless you two are . . .

Lois: Just put it in your mouth and suck on it.

Lois: Oh, well, I tried to warn him about those amber waves of grain.

Clark: What exactly is our plan?
Lois: You sound like you're one of those people who has to have his whole life worked out before he can live it.
Clark: So you don't have a plan.
Lois: Or course I have a plan.
Clark: Let's hear it.
Lois: Clark, as soon as I figure it out, you will be the first to know.

Lois: You know, Clark, I've never seen you so . . . I don't know . . . so relaxed . . . so 'Clark'.
Clark: Well, that's who I am. Clark.

Lois: Betcha he's a crossdresser!

Clark: I don't know, Mom. Lois thinks he may be a cross-dresser.
Martha: Oh, honey! That's Clark's father. He won't buy 'me' a dress, let alone one for himself.

Clark: Not exactly what you had in mind, huh?
Lois: Let's see. So far I've been given a glimpse of ritual crop worship, been treated as your girlfriend, and insulted your parents. No, I couldn't have planned this.

Clark: You actually know how to do this.
Lois: Last year I had a girlfriend convince me it was a great way to meet guys.
Clark: Was it?
Lois: Define guys.

Perry: We all feel bad about Superman.

Judge: This is a gavel. And when I pound it, that's the international symbol for all of you to shut up, you got that?

Perry: Whatsa matter, never seen a pair of legs before?

Lois: Does the outfit actually come off?

Lois: You read my work?
Superman: Always.

Lex: It's gonna be a hot time in the old town tonight.

Lex: Superman to the rescue.

Lois: Clark, you're not a quitter.

Clark: I just wanted to say goodbye.
Lois: Goodbye?! We're partners.
Clark: You don't need a partner Lois, you never did.
Lois: Well, maybe not, but I was starting to like having one.

Clark: That's not how you spell 'aquifer.'
Lois: Easy Kent, you CAN be replaced . . . I was already starting to look.

Scientist: I've got you babe!

Lois: Did you really think I hadn't figured out what it with you and Superman?
Clark: What do you mean?
Lois: You idolize the man.

Jonathan: Well, then, where are you gonna go?
Clark: I don't know yet. Just away from the people that I love the most.

Lois: I had fun in high school . . . chess club, math club . . .

Miranda: Superman, I love you. Oh, I love you too, Lex. Will you wait for me?
Lex: No!!!

Lois: What are you saying, that I'm not a fun person? That I don't know how to have fun?

Lois: All right, maybe, somewhere very deep inside me is some eensy-weensy, microcosmic - although highly unlikely - possibility that I feel some sort of unmotivated, completely unrealistic attraction to you.

Lex: Us? You were an itch, you've been scratched.

Perry: What was that, Eau de Sweat Socks?

Lois: Tell me.
Clark: It's soo obvious.

Lois: Did I really do the dance of the seven veils?
Clark: All seven of them!

Clark: I guess I'm not attracted to you.
Lois: Liar, you are so attracted to me!

Lois: Clark . . . whatcha workin' on?

Lois: Lex wasn't quite himself last night.
Clark: Well that must have been a welcome change.

Clark: Haven’t you ever played hooky before, Lois?

Clark: Lois, are you feeling okay?
Lois: I just couldn’t help noticing how very handsome you look today!
Clark: Handsome?
Lois: Very!

Lois: I don’t want anything . . . except . . . YOU!

Jimmy: The name’s Olsen, James Olsen.

Jimmy: You like what you see, I like what I see, so shall we say cocktails? Tomorrow? Your place?

Clark: Lois! Please! Get a grip!
Lois: Believe me, I’d love to!

Clark: Elvis never cheated on Priscilla!
Perry: He never met Rahalia!

Lois: Minute's up Clark . . . come to mama!

Lois: Clark, where have you been my darling?

Perry: I plucked a rose, I smelled its dew, that fragrant scent embodies you.

Clark: I’ll be right back.
Lois: Cross your heart, and hope to die?

Lois: There is only one man in the world for me . . . Clark Kent!

Lois: Oh, Clark . . . I love you! I want to spend the rest of my life with you!

Clark: Lois, please . . . go home!
Lois: You’re here, this IS my home!

Clark: Lois, you don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed about this . . . well, something like this.

Clark: Lois . . . I cannot take advantage of you like this.

Clark: Lois I can’t take it anymore, if you really want me, I’m yours!
Lois: Clark! Have you lost your mind? . . . Or have I lost mine . . .

Clark: Are you going to talk to me?
Lois: No. I’m too humiliated.

Miranda: You have a remarkable olfactory sense, Mr. Kent.

Lois: Must be one of those Kansas expressions.

Lex: I never mix business with other people’s pleasure.

Lois: What’d you do? Memorize the dictionary?
Clark: I’m a speed reader.

Lex: I’ve never noticed your eyes before. So rich, so deep. Like pools of light. A man could drown in those pools.

Lex: Imprison her soft hands and let her rave, and feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.

April: For a nobody, you’re kind of cute.

Superman: Why don't you follow me?
Miranda: Anywhere, honey!

Superman: Lois Lane . . . I love you!
Oh, Superman! You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear those words! Oh, but you're not yourself, so I couldn’t take advantage of the situation . . . Oh, what the heck!
Lex: Oh, Lois . . . don’t! I may throw up.

Lex: In my own strange, perverted way, I’ve . . . I’ve succumbed. I’ve fallen in love. Hopelessly. Eternally. I’m in love with Lois Lane. I’m doomed.

Lois: Every women in love thinks their man looks like Superman.

Lois: It's a game, Clark. Are you telling me that when you play a game, you don't play to win?
Clark: I play to play.
Lois: Oh boy here it comes.
Clark: Winning and losing is not the sole object, Lois.
Lois: Well this is perfect. I win, you lose, we're both happy.

Jimmy: Can I kiss the bride?

Lois: Just give it to me again-give it to me again.
Clark: What was the name of Jerry Lewis' suave alter ego in the nutty professor?

Lois: I win, you lose, we're both happy.

Cat: Tsunami? Is that the one with avacado and shrimp?

Lois: Doesn't anybody knock around here?

Lois: I DO have a personal life.

Lois: Oh, ye of little faith.

Lois: Unsubstantiated rumors.
Cat: The best kind!

Perry: Okay you guys . . .
Lois: Guys?
Perry: You and Clark.
Lois: Did you say Clark?
Clark: I heard him say Clark.
Jimmy: Definitely Clark.
Cat: Definitely.

Clark: Just don’t try anything funny.

Lois: The next person that makes a newlywed joke gets fitted for a body cast.

Lois: Why do I get the feeling you’ve been here before?
Cat: Ha ha, this old place? Kind of a . . . home away from home.

Clark: Old maid?

Lois: Our job is to rip away the veil of secrecy and expose the naked truth.

Clark: We flip for the bed.
Lois: How about I get the bed, I lend you a pillow?
Clark: How about we alternate nights?
Lois: How about we don’t.
Clark: Well, it’s a big bed, how about we share?
Lois: How about we alternate nights?
Clark: Deal.

Clark: Well . . . you look pretty decent first thing in the morning.
Lois: So do you.

Lois: Rats!
Clark: Lead lined!
Lois: Lead lined? What does that mean?

Jonathan: Well, uh . . . Clark, is there anything you’d like to tell us?
Clark: Not really, things are going pretty smoothly, assuming Lois keeps her end of the bargin and lets me have my turn in the bedroom tonight.

Cat: Why are they keeping a file on Japanese seafood?

Cat: 10:00 p.m.-Drinks with a striking auburn-haired beauty.
Jimmy: Who was she?
Cat: Me.

Jimmy: I checked her apartment, the gym and the Chocolate parlor . . . all the usual places.

Clark: If any thing ever did happen between us it would be because we’d gotten to know each other really well, and it wouldn’t be impulsive.

Lois: You will never guess where I am . . . our former love nest!

Clark: I was the one who never got to use the bedroom.
Lois: Well this’ll give you something to look forward to . . . UH! When you find the right women!

Clark: Goodnight, Lois. Lois goodnight! Good-night, Lois!

Clark: There's no such word as chumpy.
Lois: Sure there is. Someone's a chump, therefore he's chumpy!"
Clark: Try again.
Lois: Are you challenging me?
Clark: You bet your sweet little chumpy I am!

Lois: You call that a dictionary?

Lois: That's it? That's your advice? The Great Sorethroat has spoken?

Lex: Perry. Mr. Kent. Cat. Whoever.

Martha: So you really liked being with her, didn't you?

Clark: Work-ing hard?
Lois: No, Clark. I'm relaxing.
Clark: Yeah, right.

Lois: Clark, I gotta go now. I gotta get back to relaxing.

Clark: Strictly business, Lois. Strictly business.

Clark: Just don't try anything funny.

Bellboy: Hoist her up big fella.

Lois: Superman put it all on the line. Twice!!! You - you fell into a bunch of garbage cans in the dark!

Dr. Terry McCorckle: Based on the battery of questions that we asked him, it seems that Clark is suffering from what we call The Superman Complex.

Jonathan: This is gonna hurt me more than it hurts you, believe me.

Clark: I love mornings, everything’s possible in the morning.

Vendor: Short non-fat mocha decaf, no foam, no sugar, no whip [for Lois] . . . Grande latte, full caff, full whip, three sugars [for Clark].

Clark: Life is short, order what you want.
Lois: Life is long Clark . . . and ‘you are what you eat’. . . most of us anyway.

Lois: Come on, this could be our lucky day!

Lois: Kill or be killed.
Clark: Lois you're talking about war . . . this is journalism.
Lois: See, your problem is you think there's a difference.

Superman: I guess we’re about to find out what my limits are.

Superman: I’ll be back, we’ll go flying.
Lois: I hope so!

Lois: He’s fine! He has to be.

Cat: Clark! What’s the fashion statement here?

Cat: Honey, it’s me . . . Cat! How could you not remember what we’ve meant to each other?
Clark: I guess we work together, right?
Cat: We do a lot more than that!

Cat: Does this refresh your memory?

Clark: Ahchoo!
Lois: One thing that you have to re-learn right away is that the metro cabbies cannot drive . . . never trust them!

Clark: You don’t drink coffee with real milk.
Lois: I do today.

Psychic: I’ve been feeling Superman.
Jimmy: Oh, so he’s alive?
Psychic: I don’t know, often the recently dead are quite rattled by the experience!

Lois: This is my apartment . . . of course I like it, I decorated it!

Lois: Clark? I was just wondering if you could stand a little company?

Clark: What would I want with Superman costumes?

Clark: Flying into space to stop an asteroid doesn’t exactly come naturally, does it?

Cat: Forgive me father for I have sinned . . . and sinned . . . AND sinned.
Priest: Perhaps you should limit your confession to your most recent transgressions.
Cat: Ain’t there something that you just . . . passionately want to experience before you die? Father? Father?

Martha: 1 . . . 2 . . . [she pushes him]
Clark: Aaaahhhhhhhhhh!

Lois: I want you to know I think you're terrific!

Lois: I mean, I love you. Uh, like a . . . brother!

Clark: That part is definitely coming back to me.

Clark: Whatever you say Lois . . . whatever you say.

Clark: Do I . . . flap my arms or something?

Martha: You probably don't forget how to fly once you do it, come on, let's just give it a try . . . you want me to help you?

Clark: Well excuse me for caring!
Lois: I love it that you care!

Lois: I guess the 60's were pretty good to you . . .

Vincent Winninger: Did you know that I spent several years living with an Amazonian tribe?

Lois: How about the part that says the man's dead. Can I keep that?

Lois: Eccentric? Try a taco short of a combo!

Perry: Don't suck up; I don't like it.

Clark: How 'bout a smoothie? It'll only take a second.

Clark: Better sex through science, hmmmm.

Clark: Now you promise you won't leave?
Lois: Do you want it in blood?

Clark: Stay!
Lois: Go!

Lois: You would not be my first choice.
Clark: Thank you. I take that as a compliment.

Lois: Clark, put him down. My story's not even out yet!
Guy: Yeah, her story's not even out yet! Like, what story?

Clark: When I walk a woman home, she gets door to door service.

Finn: Superman may be the man of steel, but I have a will of iron.
Lois: Ugh. I hate actors.

Clark: You are really high maintenance, you know it?
Lois: But I'm worth it.

Dr. Winniger: How do you feel about increased male potency?

Clark: Are you planning to exploit your femininity . . .
Lois: . . . to get the story of one of the strangest and most reclusive scientists of our time? YOU BET!

Lois: Oh Superman, where are you when I need you?
Superman: I don't know.

Cat: I write as well as you do; I have vastly more fun at parties, but you're the star here. Chief's little favorite.

Lois: All this because no one wanted to see you pull a rabbit out of a hat?

Lois: From the desk of Cat Chow.

Lois: Don’t tell me what the rules are, I’ve broken every one of them before.

Superman: So much for a nice Sunday fly.

Nicky: I’m faster than a speeding bullet.
Chris: No way!
Nicky: Well, I’m faster than you!

Cat: Sorry I’m late.
Lois: Yeah! Halloween was a few months ago.

Cat: Can’t a girl get dressed up without a press release?

Lois: You mean those little green pieces of paper with dead presidents on them?

Perry: Heaven help him!

Clark: I think this calls for a little magic.

Lois: That is not a lead, that is a desperate cry for help!

Cat: Abracadabra.
Lois: Princess Di have a yard sale?

Clark: You ready?
Lois: Do I have a choice?
Clark: Uh-uh.

Lois: Now, how do you know that?
Clark: It says so right here.

Clark: It drives you crazy not to be in on the secret.

Lois: That is not true . . . I like being surprised, as long as I know about it in advance.

Lois: That was almost too easy!

Cat: That was low . . . even for you.

Perry: That’s BRILLIANT Olsen!

Lois: Jimmy that’s terrible! Will it work if I say it?

Perry: What is this? The Pope?
Jimmy: Yeah, at a Madonna concert.

Jimmy: Like putty in my hands.

Clark: I don’t think that’s such a good idea
Lois: Why not?
Clark: Well, it’s dangerous for one thing.
Lois: Since when has that stopped us?

Clark: I’m proud of you, Lois
Lois: Thank you, Clark.

Lois: Superman’s been hypnotized.

Jimmy: This is really, really starting to bug me!

Lois: You’re really giving t.v. a bad name.

Constance: That’s my girl.

Guy: I can fly!
Superman: No, you can’t . . . but I can.

Clark: If I told you, than it wouldn’t be magic.

Lois: Not that I care - it's just probably the best secret you've got going.

Detective Reed: How do you get that to do that like that . . . your hair . . . that bounce thing when you turn your head?

Jonathan: Where's your potholder?
Clark: I've never needed one, Dad.

Lois: You're my partner, right?
Clark: When it's convienent for you, yes.

Clark: Well go ahead, I'm waiting.
Lois: For what?
Clark: The morality play, the 'you should have trusted me and my infallible reporter's instinct' lecture.
Lois: Clark, you don't need me to remind you of your shortcomings. I would've thought by now they'd be obvious. C'mon, I'm starving and you're buying. And just in case you did miss the moral to the story, thank you, you should trust what's in people's hearts, not just the facts, ma'am.
Clark: Aah.
Lois: You know I have a funny feeling you didn't tell me your biggest secret?
Clark: Well, just to put your mind at ease Lois, you're right, I didn't.

Clark: Dad, he’s an artist, there’s nothing wrong with him painting mom’s portrait?
Jonathan: In the nude?
Clark: Mom!

Lois: Jimmy, it’s okay to have an affair if your husband is a brutal sociapath.

Lois: Chief, I’m just not in the mood for another Elvis yarn.

Lois: Tell me the biggest secret you have.
Clark: What?
Lois: Tell me the biggest secret you have. Something you’d never reveal to anyone.
Clark: Why?
Lois: Because I’m about to tell you mine and I need blackmail material.

Lois: Swear it!
Clark: I swear.
Lois: On the lives of your future grandchildren!

Lois: AH! Leave the truth and justice stuff to Superman would you!

Lex: I never miss.

Lois: There are personal files . . . I have a password!
Guy: I know . . . Superman. It wasn’t too tough to figure out.

Clark: It’s Reed.
Lois: How do you know?
Clark: Well . . . uh, that was a . . . police . . . sort of knock.

Lois: So you’re saying you would never lie to your wife, that’s assuming someone would actually be crazy enough to say ‘I do’ to you?

Lois: Hooooneeey? Do you like it?

Lois: Poor woman.
Clark: Who?
Lois: Your wife. She’s married to Mr. Right, Mr. Always Right.

Perry: I don’t know officially. But then if a man in my position didn’t know unofficially, I wouldn’t be a man in my position.

Guy: A Polymorphic, encrypted virus.

Martha: You’re the first man I ever kissed, and you’ll be the last.

Jimmy: Great shades of Elvis!
Perry: You got that right.

Lois: I wish I could get my nails to look like yours.
Reed: Oh, you can . . . $1.98 at Lexsave.
Lois: Get out of here! They look so real!

Lex: Nigel, call the . . .
Lex and Nigel: Lawyers.

Lois: CLARK! Don't you do it!

Louie: I know guys who know guys...

Detective Henderson: Lois, do you live here? Then our first move is you butt out, OK? Thank you.

Lex: Is that kryptonite in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?!

Nigel: Oh, just a group of thugs, all substance and no style.

Jor-El: There is an old Kryptonian saying `on a long road take small steps.'

Jimmy: C.K., you are the man!
(Lois gives him a dirty look)
Jimmy: . . . and you are the woman!
Cat: More or less.

Jimmy: Well according to Metropolis Science magazine, the statistical probability of any two people living in Metropolis being blood related is over 90%.
Cat: You and I are related? I don't think so.

Louie: Umm, straight arrow, huh?
Lois: Tell me about it.

Cat: If it turns out that you and I have any of the same genes, I'm getting mine altered.

Lois: Oh, you're so tight. You're like iron.
Clark: Steel.
Lois: What?

Lois: Poor sensitive baby.

Lex: The accumulated plundering of a life time: The missing arms of the Venus De Milo, Gainsbourough's Yellow Boy, Beethoven's 10th Symphony, the better self portrait of Vincent Van Gogh, the full-figure Mona Lisa.

Jimmy: Wait a second . . . wait a second! Look at this, your mother's half sister Elana, by your grandfather's second marriage, married for her third marriage a man named Stanley Nugent.
Cat: Ooh! I never liked that guy.
Jimmy: And Stanley was, in fact, my Great Aunt Edna's son out of wedlock to a man named Dave Wilson. Uncle Dave, who she later married but not until her marriage to Uncle Harvey.
Cat: This is a nightmare!
Jimmy: Well Cuz, your place or mine?

Clark: Lois, what are you talking about?
Lois: Obviously nothing.

Perry: Oh, I suppose you expect me to pry into your life to try and find our what's bothering you and then relate it to some obscure event in the life of Elvis Presley?

Lois: Of course I lie to him . . . all the time.
Perry: Oh, I'm just not gonna go near that!

Lois: Chief . . . I think I liked the Elvis stories better.

Lex: Definitely of alien origin.
Nigel: Definitely.

Nigel: Better than cable.
Lex: Much better.

Lois: You're a weird guy, Clark.

Lex: It's . . . showtime!

Lex: He walks among us. And when I discover his earthly identity, as I will, he and all the people who share his secret, will be at my mercy.

Jimmy: Hey, I love it! I no longer occupy the bottom rung of the food chain.

Lois: Jimmy says if we go back far enough, we're probably related.
Clark: Somehow, I doubt that . . . I'm from Kansas, remember?

Lois: You lied, you stole . . . !
Clark: Betrayed . . .
Lois: Don't edit my tantrums Clark, or I won't be responsible!

Linda: Lois, I love your dress - you're so lucky, I could never wear anything off the rack . . .

Lois: Is she under the bed? Are you under the bed?!

Clark: Are you ladies . . . finished?

Clark: Well, then, you should be happy to see this.
Lois: Okay, I see it. When do I get happy?
Clark: This is elevator cable. I found it in the shaft after the accident. Check out the end.
Lois: Don't feel happy, but I am closing in on bored.

Linda: Looking for your career?

Lois: By all means, Clark, help her out, then lock the door behind you.

Lois: I know you may not believe this, but there was a time where I had to be the best at everything.

Lois: Of course he fell for her and dumped me and she continued to please him in ways I won't go into.

Lois: Chief, I just got off the phone. I hate to be the one to tell you this, especially since the paper's in trouble, but we have got a turncoat, a Benedict Arnold, and you are never going to believe who.
Perry: Kent.

Jimmy: Boy, just when you think you get to know someone.

Lois: Is that the best we've got?
Perry: No, the best we've got is your editor-in-chief hanging from the top of the World Trade Center in a gorilla outfit, but my costume hasn't arrived yet. Now, I'm going to page you when it does.

Lois: Clark, you can run, but you can't hide.

Lois: So you mean I have been having all these feelings for nothing?
Clark: What feelings?
Lois: Forget it. I'm not feeling them anymore.

Perry: Now. Could someone please explain this to me?
Jimmy: Well, Chief, the 1st diagram illustrates the amount of rainfall we've been getting this year and the pie chart-

Perry: You wanna know something, go out and buy the Star. They know everything.
Jimmy: I bet they don't know how much rain we got this year.

Lois: I know Linda's writing style is absolutely memorizing, but please, try not to drool.

Clark: You're Bo.
Bo: I know.

Lois: Why don’t you just get off your high horse.
Linda: Oh, and get down in the gutter with you?

Bo: Bo knows free throws. Bo knows jumpshots . . . Bo don’t know that.

Lois: That’ll really have 'em lining up at the newsstands.

Perry: No what we need is a good scandal, a crime wave . . .
Jimmy: Hotel fire.
Perry: That’ll do!

Lois: Spare me the Smallville peptalk.

Clark: Never let it be said that Lois Lane doesn’t have a flair for exaggeration.

Lois: You don’t know this women Clark. She has no conscience, she can’t even spell it.

Clark: Who hoo! Lois, you look incredible!

Lois: If anybody wants me, I’ll be at the Fudge Castle.

Lois: Clark do you know what this means? I can scoop Linda!
Clark: You?
Lois: Yes me! . . . Yes I . . . I mean us . . . I meant to say us. Didn’t I say us?

Linda: Mmmm, that partner of yours! Buns of steel!

Linda: Don’t worry, I only have eyes for you.

Lois: You would fly her to the moon if you could!

Vatman: You're not even Superman, you're Clark Kent!
Superman: Have you told anybody about that?
Vatman: Not ... yet ... but ... I ... might.

Lois: Well, nobody needs champagne, that's what makes life interesting, n'est-ce pas?
Vatman: Well, life certainly is interesting.

Lex: Do you have any idea what time it is?

Jimmy: Never trust an old guy!

Lex: You breed them, you raise them, you want the best for them. One day you're the center of their universe, the next day they've flown the nest and the phone never rings!

Doctor: I'd be honored, Ms. Lane, to take you to dinner, where we can discuss the miracles of life in more . . . tangible terms.

Lois: You know I have a better idea. Why don't you go home, change into something more comfortable, pack an overnight bag, bring it back and then. . . . . you could release all those poor frogs into the nearest lily pond.

Cat: Well, if you need any snooping around, let me know . . . it’s my specialty. One of them.

Clark: I just remembered I left my story notes in the car.
Lois: Clark, you don’t have a car.

Lois: They're incredible! Where’d you get these?
Clark: A little French bakery.

Lois: Intuition is not something you pick up, you’re born with it.
Clark: And?
Lois: I was.
Clark: Congratulations.

Lois: I thought I was the biggest Superman fan in Metropolis. You should join the fan club . . . you get a button.

Lex: Come on, time for bed.
Vatman: Tell me a story?
Lex: Maybe. If you’re good and get into bed quickly and make no fuss.

Lex: And then the wolf said to Little Red Ridinghood, ‘Are you sure the policy is in your name?’ And Little Red Ridinghood said, ‘Yes, Grandma promised that when she passed away, I would inherit everything’, and then the wolf said, ‘Hmm . . . let's pay Grandma a visit.' And so Little Red Ridinghood took off her hood and her cape, and she gave it to the wolf.
Vatman: And the wolf went through the forest to grandmother’s house and he ate her, and then he and Red Ridinghood split the money.

Perry: The next person who asks if I'm okay gets fired. Okay?
Reporters: Okay.
Perry: (walks away)
Jimmy: That man is not okay!

Martha: I saw this tv show where there was this parallel universe . . .
Clark: Please mom! Don’t get all sci-fi on me.

Lois: Superman doesn’t smirk.

Vatman: I saw her today.
Lex: What? Lois Lane?
Vatman: What a babe!

Lois: I’ve kissed Superman, I know what it feels like. I don't know who just flew out that window, but that was definitely not Superman.

Lex: Unlike Superman he has no restraints, no morality. I taught him.

Vatman: Come fly with me.

Cat: Some girls have all the luck.

Vatman: This town isn’t big enough for the two of us.

Newsroom reporter: What's with the dead animal on Perry's head?

Jack: What'd you do, fly up here?

Jack: If it goes in a salad, it doesn't go on a pizza.

Perry: Why don't you ask Ms. Congeniality out there if you can go to the ladies room?

Lois: If I'm still alive Monday morning, she won't be.
Perry: She's the reason I've seen Godzilla 115 times.
Clark: Well . . . now that you mention it . . .

Lois: Maybe Jimmy can save us!
Perry: Nah, Jimmy couldn't save baseball cards.

Jimmy: He was their only hope. His name was Olsen. Jimmy Olsen.

Lois: Other women catch bouquets, I catch bombs.
Superman: That's what makes you so special.

Perry: I gotta warn you, you touch that Elvis box, and you’re a dead man!

Lois: How was I supposed to know my source was going to be arrested?

Lex: Don’t you guys have homes?

Lois: What are you doing here?
Cat: Well, I was gonna show George how we put a newspaper to bed, but it’s a little crowded here.
Jimmy: You know, I could’ve lived without hearing that thank you!

Perry: Wait a minute! This is my ship, I’m the captain here.
Jack: Yeah, the Exxon Valdez.
Perry: Hey, I don’t wanna hear anything from the peanut gallery.

Guy: 9mm automatic. Better than a triple bypass, am I right?

Guy: I thought I told you not to make trouble.
Lois: Evidently my bladder didn’t hear you.

Jimmy: Gee, can I Chief?

Jimmy: Cleaning out 20 years of your junk sure beats spending Saturday night with a twenty-year-old hand model.

Lois: Clark, this is no time for voodoo.

Lilly: Your business is my business, you big lug.

Guy: What else has man sought for since that dawn of time?
Lois: Inner peace?
Guy: Cold hard cash.

Guy: You’ve got a lot of nerve Miss Lane. Not good judgment, but a lot of nerve.

BiLois: You double crossing son of a . . .
Lilly: Bill!

Jimmy: All right! I am the man. I am the man . . . whoa, you are the man!

Lilly: There’s a sucker born every minute.

Lex: Well that was a date to remember, we even got to spend the night together.
Lois: Well yeah.
Lex: I didn’t know you were that kind of girl.
Lois: I’m just full of surprises.

Lois: Just another Saturday night in Metropolis.

Cat: Whoo! Send yourself flowers again, Lois?

Cat: What a weekend! I know he may not look like it, but underneath that mild-mannered facade, George is a wild man! I spent most of the weekend in handcuffs. So . . . what did you guys do this weekend?

Clark: How can you be so blind, Lois?

Lois: Look around, it's so modern.
Clark: It's sterile.
Lois: It's efficient.
Clark: It's soulless.
Lois: It's fast-paced.
Clark: It's superficial.
Lois: Oh, Clark, where's your open mind?

Lois: I have found a nice guy who cares for me and who wants to spend the rest of his life with me! What is wrong with that!!??
Clark: Okay, fine!! Lois, if that's what you want, go ahead and get in bed with the devil!!

Martha: At least tell her how you feel, if she feels the same way, well, it shouldn't take her too long to figure out you're no ordinary guy.

Lois: If you had no powers at all, if you were just an ordinary man leading an ordinary life, I would love you just the same.
Superman: I find that hard to believe.

Miss Cox: It isn't easy playing you.
Lex: Yes, it is! I do it every day!

Lex: Lois Lane, will you marry me?
Lois: Yes, Lex. I will marry you.

Lex: The only thing you have to know about me is that I love you.

Lex: Without you, it’s a piece of rock, on your hand, it’s priceless to me.

Clark: You’re stuck.
Lois: I’m not stuck . . . Okay, I’m stuck.

Jimmy: At least we’re still . . .
Jack: Unemployed.
Jimmy: Amazing . . . they really are pink.

Lois: Well, it’s not the kind of thing you just blurt out. It takes . . . delicacy . . .
Clark: Well, you’re in a lot of trouble then.

Lois: I’ve never had anyone actually ask me to be 'his' . . .

Lois: Clark, can’t you give up this idea that Lex Luthor is the root of all evil in Metropolis?

Lois: He asked me to marry him.

Perry: Did you . . . or did you not just make that feather brained, snot-noosed, pimply faced, underage, cow chip my boss?
Lex: Well that’s one interpretation.

Jack: Who died and make you king?

Lex: Trust me.

Clark: Lois is the woman that I want to spend the rest of my life with.

Jonathan: Do you love her, son?
Clark: Yeah, I do.
Jonathan: Well, then tell her.

Perry: Tomorrow for the first day in 219 years there will be no addition of the Daily Planet.

Lois: I can’t just sit around here organizing dinner parties.

Clark: I realized that there was only one thing I didn’t want to live without and that . . . was you.

Clark: I have been in love with you for a long time. You had to have known.

Lois: You’re my best friend.

Lois: Come in, I’ll just put on a robe.
Superman: Unless it’s lined with lead, Lois, it’s a waste of time.

Lois: Superman, is there any hope for us? You and me? I’m so completely in love with you.

Lex: My life is an open book. Shall I read it to you?

Lois: Old news isn't news; it's history.

Lois' Mother: You do what your heart tells you to do.

Mr. Stern: I didn't think you were looking for a fourth for bridge.

Lois: It’ll be great to get up first thing in the morning and see that stair climber saying, ‘Now Lois, now!’
Lex: No darling, that will be my line.

Clark: You’re miserable?
Perry: Completely.

Lois: Lex and I don’t have any secrets.
Mrs. Cox: Really.

Lois: Clark?
Clark: Yes?
Lois: I miss you.

Perry: Maybe it’s time to call in the big guns.

Lois: Need a lift, big boy?

Clark: You’re an investigative reporter Lois . . . investigate!

Superman: Neither Clark nor I will ever do anything to support your marriage to Lois.

Superman: Bars won’t hold me Luthor.
Lex: Oh, I think they will.

Jimmy: Any reason for this sudden attack of conscience?
Jack: Oh, it might have something to do with a certain tape that he hopes his wife will never see.

Perry: Hope you like it spicy.

Lex: We were meant to be together, it was fate. We won’t even have to change the monograms on our towels.

Lex: Have a nice death.

Lois: Mrs. Lex Luthor. Lois Lane Luthor. Lois Luthor Lane. Lois . . . Lane . . . Kent. Lois Lane.

Lois: The archbishop?
Lex: Yes, I’m sorry the pope had a prior engagement.

Bishop: Do you take this man to be your husband?
Lois: I . . . I . . . I . . . can’t.

Perry: Stop the wedding, Lois, you can’t marry this man!
Lois: What is there an echo in here? I just said that.

Lois: I’ve always been such a good judge of character.

Lex: I’m on top of the world!!

Clark: I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful in my entire life.

Clark: The truth of the matter is, I’m not in love with you.
Lois: You’re not?
Clark: I would have said anything to stop you from marrying Luthor.
Lois: Well, if that’s the way you feel.
Clark: I want the same thing you want. For us to be friends... partners, forever.
Lois: Forever.
Clark: I have to go.
Lois: Sure why not? Run off and disappear like you always do when we’re having a discussion. Well, guess everything’s back to normal.

Lois: I’m not done with you either, big fella.