Lois: Don't get petulant with ME, Clark!

Lois: It's just me, good old Lois, get to me whenever.

Lois: Yeah, like umpiring a kid's baseball game for 2 hours?
Clark: That was a real tense situation Lois, and the kids were yelling and they had bats and stuff . . .

Church Jr: You must shell out some great drugs at that hospital, huh Mind?
Mindy: Huh?
Church Jr: Exactly.

Mindy: Are you guys a thing?
Lois: Excuse me?
Mindy: You look like a thing, not a very happy thing, but a thing. Oh look, Hunkie, she's blushing!

Lois: And it just got more complicated when you realized you loved me.
Clark: Which was about two minutes after I met you.
Lois: Don't try and score points.
Clark: Sorry.

Lois: Clark, do you realize what just happened? We were sent to investigate, and we spent the whole time wallowing. We wallowed. I hate wallowers, and that's what we've turned into -- a couple of sighing, slack-jawed, self-pitying wallowers.

Clark: I did get things out in the open, starting with 'will you marry me?'
Lois: No, I got things out in the open, starting with YOU ARE SUPERMAN!
Clark: A little louder? I don't think they heard you in Gotham City.
Lois: Speaking of which, when were you planning on telling me? Our wedding night? First anniversary? When the kids started flying around the house?

Superman: All things considered, I'd rather be in Philadelphia.

Lois: So, been pretty busy?
Clark: Yeah, pretty busy.
Lois: Mmhm, doing what, exactly? Its been pretty slow and here action-wise.
Clark: Well...
Lois: You wouldn't be using your other identity to avoid talking to me, would you?
Clark: Heh, look Lois, there are certain things about me being Superman that you're just gonna have to get used to.
Lois: Heh, really? Like the urgent need to umpire a kid's baseball game for 2 hours.
Clark: Now, that was a very tense situation 'cause the kids were yelling at each other and they had bats and stuff...

Lois: You just seem to be taking my jeopardy for granted these days.

Lois: I guess it's not the same new, sizzling romance. I don't look at you anymore like a moony-eyed cheerleader, and you probably look at me differently too.

Lois: This is so unfair. You know I can't fly.

Clark: So how mad are you?
Lois: I'm not mad.
Clark: Lois, this is no time to be holding back.
Lois: I'm not mad.
Clark: Excuse me?
Lois: I'm not mad at all.
Clark: Excuse me, I was talking to Lois Lane and I know she wouldn't react this way.
Lois: I'm hurt.
Clark: Which is worse than being mad.

Clark: It's the new glasses isn't it? They just don't work like the old ones did.

Perry: You been sniffin' linotype?

Clark: Lois, will you marry me?
Lois: Who’s asking? Clark . . . or Superman?

Clark: I guess the first question is, how long have you known?
Lois: Really? I thought it would be, how did I figure it out?
Clark: Which is neck and neck with, how mad are you?
Lois: Let’s save that one for last. How long have I known? Since yesterday. How did I figure it out? When you did this. You’ve touched me before, both of you.

Lois: And you know what? I am mad. I’m really mad. I’m furious.

Church: Superman . . . thanks for trying to help.

Superman: But, I don’t want to fly off with you mad.

Lois: Gosh, it was easier talking to Clark.
Superman: You still are.
Lois: But you see, that’s just it, I don’t know anymore.
Superman: Let me prove it.
Lois: No. I mean I can’t . . . yet. I just . . . ah . . . I need time to think.

Mindy: Pooky.

Mindy: Oh, hello. Billy.

Bill Church: We’re criminals. Greedy, opportunistic criminals. Feeding on innocent people.
Bill Church Jr: And?

Bill Church Jr: You’re serious?
Bill Church: Totally.

Bill Church Jr: Between the jet lag and the airplane food, I think I’m taking this pretty well.

Lois: Hi . . .
Clark: Hi.
Lois: Hi.

Mindy: But I think it would be best for everyone, if . . .
Bill Church Jr: Yes?
Mindy: He retired.

Bill Church Jr: Wait a minute . . . you’re married to my father! Oh, this is great.

Lois: Yeah, we’re just trying to get our facts straight so we can figure out what’s going on, make some decisions . . . About the story.
Jimmy: Yeah.
Perry: Right.

Bill Church: For just a few hundred million you can have all this beautiful art.
Bill Church Jr: Oh, the steal of the century.

Mindy: I have a kind of a thought.

Bill Church Jr: You expect me to frame my own father?
Mindy: Uh-huh.
Bill Church Jr: Ha, ha . . . I love it!

Clark: What is there to talk about? I asked you to marry me and you said no.
Lois: I didn’t say never.

Bill Church: Right Pookey?
Mindy: Right hunkey.

Clark: Well, today I spent two hours polishing me boots, ironing my 'S,' saved a runaway hamster from a cat . . . tightened my glasses . . .

Bobby: Hey, you’re quick.

Lois: No, I think it will be smoother if I’m partner free tonight.

Mindy: Well, I know I’m new at all this business stuff, but is it a big problem killing her?

Bomb voice: Come on Lois, faster. You see you gotta double your speed every ten minutes or Mr. Bomb gets very upset.

Bomb voice: You go girl. Think of what a great looking corpse you’ll make.

Lois: I’m not giving you any look.
Superman: Exactly. It’s your ‘not giving me any look’ look.

Bill Church Jr: Oh, he’s loosing brain cells by the second.

Lois: Bill Church Senior just started buying Piccaso’s like they were comic books.

Martha: Oh, this is so nice. Almost thirty years and you’re the first women I’ve ever been able to talk to about my boy.

Lois: You . . . ah . . . looking into things?
Clark: Yeah.
Lois: So that’s what you’ve been doing all these years when you pulled down your glasses. I thought you had astigmatism.

Bomb Voice: Superman, this that pre-recorded voice of your neighborhood bomber.

Perry: Oh, boy, things so bad between you two you gotta call her Lane?

Perry: Oh, Lord, this is worse than I thought.

Clark: You okay?
Lois: Yeah, a little shaky.
Clark: You did great.
Lois: We did great.

Bill Church Jr: Mindy! It was Mindy! That double-crossing, two timing . . .
Bill Church: Billy, don’t talk about your mother like that.

Mindy: There’s a new boss in town, boys. So get ready for some changes.

Robber: Look, um, I’m willing to admit that this was a bad career move.

Superman: Lois, I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait for you as long as you need.
Lois: I want you to know that I love you. And you’re not alone anymore.

Clark: Alone in paradise with the woman I love. It's almost biblical.

Clark: Lois, I kind of have to pick my moments for changing into Superman.
Lois: This one. This moment. Pick this one!
Clark: Maybe we're being watched. I don't have the suit. Maybe we bust out of here and never find out what's behind this?
Lois: Do you have rules for everything? Because that's good for me to know, because I'd really think twice about marrying someone with such compulsive . . .
Clark: Well being impulsive, as you of 'all' people know, is more dangerous . . .

Perry: Well, there we were, in our . . . uh . . . altogether . . . and Alice was listing to starboard.

Clark: Me and the world seem to be getting along just fine. You, on the other hand, are a wreck!

Lois: I though you'd be . . . taller.

Spencer Spencer: I've had lousy dates before, but this is ridiculous.

Lois: This is always how I pictured camping with Clark would be.
Clark: Well, Lois, you are camping with Clark.

Lois: You know I've dreamed of this . . . spending the night in your arms . . .

Clark: Being with you is stronger than me alone. That's new to me.

Lois: My mother was always depressed, my sister wouldn't come out of her room, my father only related to cyborgs. I didn't want a family. I ran away as far as I could!

Lois: Did I ever tell you why I gave up my crush on Superman?
Clark: No.
Lois: It's because he was a fantasy. And did I ever tell you why I fell in love with Clark? Because he's real. And that's what I want.
Clark: You do?
Lois: Clark has probems . . . insecurities . . . hat hair.
Clark: I do NOT have hat hair!

Lois: Did you ever notice how lousy the cheese sandwiches are from this machine?

Clark: I haven't had a vacation in years.

Spencer Spencer: You said this was the most vicious animal in the world.
Spencer Spencer' assistant: It is . . . assuming it keeps going . . . forward.

Clark: Hi. See that? I used the door. Just like a regular guy.
Lois: Very impressive.
Clark: Yessiree. Came down the ol' street. Walked up the old stairs. Just walkin' up the old stairs. Here, let me help you with that. [crunch] Just like a regular guy . . . sort of. So, what was that thing we just . . . crushed anyway?

Spencer Spencer: Slam the phone down definitively.

Clark: Okay, Spencer, here's the deal. I'm Superman.
Spencer Spencer: What?
Lois: Clark!
Clark: I am Superman.
Lois: No he's not.
Clark: Lois.
Lois: I think you should know, this man is insane.
Spencer Spencer: Where's the suit . . . no, don't tell me, you left it at home.
Clark: As a matter of fact . . .
Lois: Oy.
Spencer Spencer: Someone get him outta here!
Clark: Keep your eyes on the candlelabra.
Lois: Clark . . .
The candlelabra fails to light.
Spencer Spencer: Gee, am I impressed.
Clark: (whispering to Lois) Is there Kryptonite here?
Lois: (talking like a ventriloquist) I have that feeling.
Clark: Well, Spencer, you figured me out. I'm not Superman.
Lois: He's not Superman.
Clark: A passing resemblance perhaps.
Lois: It's a thing he does at parties.

Lois: Why don't you go up and take a quick buzz around?
Clark: I don't buzz anywhere.
Lois: Yes, but Superman does.
Clark: Yes, but Superman's not here.
Lois: Cute, that's real cute.
Clark: Oh, all right.
Lois: Thank you. I knew you were just . . . where's the suit?
Clark: What suit? There's no suit. I left it at home. It's just you and me, Joe and Judy Regular. Wanna neck?

Spencer Spencer: I make Quasimoto look like a Rockette.

Spencer Spencer: My only chance with a woman like you was to shoot her up with cobra venom, and then it's iffy.

Perry: Lois, don't you think you oughta try dating first?

Lois: I'll show you what a wreck I am . . . as soon as I get these pantyhose off.

Clark: Would you like to see the receipt?

Clark: Oui. But of course.

Spencer Spencer: I was gonna kill you for all the crap you wrote about me, but I decided to give you an exciting career move instead . . . you can be my sex slave.
Lois: Kill me.

Perry: Honey, there'll always be another headless corpse, but true love comes around maybe once.

Clark: (knocks on window)
Lois: Who is it?
Clark: Who is it?! Who else would be knocking on your 3rd story window?

Lois: Chief, I gotta draw the line here. I have a professional life and I have a personal life . . . and Clark asked me to marry him!
Perry: Don’t you think you ought to try dating, first?

Perry: I was kind of under the impression that you two were permanent partners?
Clark: Well, we’re not permanent, permanent partners yet, Chief.

Lois: No, that would be a big step.
Clark: The kind of thing that would take careful consideration.
Perry: Well, thank you for that cryptic exchange.

Lois: I know I haven’t said anything, but just because I’m not talking about it doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about it.

Lois: Oh, and get this, they were all headless.

Lois: We have to talk.
Clark: I also think it’s a really good idea what Perry said, about getting away.
Lois: How did you know?
Clark: Um . . . Superhearing.

Superman: Are you all right?
Lois: Yes. Thank you. I know it doesn’t seem like enough to say, but it’s all I can.

Lois: Well, look at you. You’ve gotten me out of a lot of jams, but I’ve never seen you like this.
Superman: Things are different now.

Spencer Spencer: What can I say . . . I’m a tortured human being.

Lois: You gotta stop doing that.

Superman: But I am Clark.
Lois: Yeah, but you’re also that guy that saves the world from killer bees and props up the Golden Gate bridge.

Lois: I need some stability.
Superman: Uh, Lois . . .
Lois: I need a sense that I’m not always sharing you with the five billion other people on the planet.
Superman: If you could just hold that thought . . .
Lois: I need to know that you will be there for me when I need you.
Superman: I gotta go.

Spencer Spencer: The guy will cut like butter. Ever heard of Kryptonite?

Spencer Spencer: I’m getting a body transplant. Do you think I can’t manage a little piece of Kryptonite!

Jimmy: This promotional basket just came for you.
Perry: Judas Priest! These things get worse every year. They’re fleeing Cuba in things smaller than that.

Perry: Jimmy, should I even bother reading my mail anymore, or just ask you for a summary?

Lois: I’m saying, I don’t think you could let the world get by for two whole days on it’s own.
Clark: And you’d rather write about other people’s lives cause it’s less dangerous than living your own.

Lois: Some one want you?
Clark: No . . . yes.
Lois: Go.

Clark: Ah ha! I knew you couldn’t keep your end of the bargain. Two hours and you’re already working.
Lois: I’m writing my will. That way when they find our bleached bodies, they’ll know my last wishes.

Clark: Either way, what we need is a shelter.
Lois: No, no, no. What we need is a shower, a sauna and some room service. So why don’t you just scoop me up and fly off, maybe we’re near Rio.

Clark: I haven’t had a vacation is years.
Lois: Trust me, there are better than this.

Clark: Gee, out first house.
Lois: Hey! I thought you said no scooping?
Clark: I’m not scooping, I’m carrying you over the threshold.

Jimmy: Chief, sometimes if seems like you're afraid of Alice.
Perry: I am Jimmy, I am.

Lois: Ahh!
Clark: What happened?
Lois: I thought a swim might be nice.

Lois: By the way, I hate bananas.

Clark: Maybe I want to get married and have kids because they made it look so easy.
Lois: Oh, gosh!
Clark: What?
Lois: I’m just never going to be as good a mother as yours was.

Clark: I hear that the guy that wants to marry you is really terrific.

Lois: Guess you never learned how to do that?
Clark: Think about it, Lois, why would I ever need to learn?
Lois: Well, it just so happens that I am a former Girl Scout.
Clark: Good, because I am a strange visitor from another planet.

Lois: Now . . . blow! Oh, that was . . . good. Now, next time just remember that it’s a camp fire, not a nuclear reactor.

Guard: Hey! Hold it Houdini.

Spencer Spencer: Well, that’s be just hunky-dory with me.

Spencer Spencer: Mess up and she’ll look like a guard for a dart team.

Lois: Where is Spencer Spencer?
Clark: He’s a broken men.

Clark: Do you want to wait for a boat?
Lois: No, I want to fly . . . first class.

Lois: But you know that other side of him I mentioned? I think I decided it was something I could get used to.

Lois: If you want entertainment, turn on the TV!

Star: If you were a snake, you could've bitten me.

Star: Okay, you can tell where my mind's at. Boy you're tough. I know! You were abducted by aliens!
Lois: Yes! How did you know?
Star: I always know.

Star: Gemini, right?
Lois: Libra.
Star: I knew it!

Star: Something told me - Lois wants ice cream - fish ice cream. I didn't have any of that . . .

Lois: My car stalled and a great white light engulfed me and I saw aliens and I woke up 11 hours later that felt like 2 minutes. Did I mention floating?

Scientist: My time is space time . . . physisics joke.

(Lois' telephone rings)
Star: Wait. It's for you.
Lois: Thanks.

Star: It's not like you think you're gonna wake up one morning and find out that he shaved his head and have the third act of Henry IV tattooed on it and go off to live in some commune where they worship a giant butterfly named Fred . . .

Lois: What am I doing? I'm talking to fish. Hey, hey, don't turn away from me like that.

Star: First, what's your name?
Clark: Kal-El.
Star: Huh?

Clark: The secretery had the most beautiful body in the world.
Lois: WHAT??
Clark: Next to Lois.

Perry: Hey, that's a nice hairdo, Tinkerbell.

Lois: And I was screaming and screaming and screaming and you weren't there . . .

Clark: Loooisss.

Superman: Are you all right?
Lois: Yeah. I don’t have to do the tread mill at the gym today.

Superman: Lois!
Lois: Superman!

Lois: I’m not a six-year-old.

Robber: Girlfriend problems?
Superman: Don’t get me started.

Lois: Gee . . . it’s not often I meet people who recognize me.

Lois: What are you? Psychic?

Lois: Nothing to get your brain scanned over . . . I like to keep my brain private.

Star: Who knows, maybe we were friends in a former life.

Lois: So you’ve been to where they live?
Star: Not physically. Astrologically, dozens of times.

Lois: Clark, Krypton is not the only other planet with intelligent life.

Perry: I do know you, and I know you wouldn’t lie. At least not to me. Mostly.

Fences: If we microwave, they will come.

Fences: Stand by ‘anti-boredom’ ray.

Fences: He still thinks this is a hobby of mine. Albeit a very expensive one.

Lois: Clark, we’re both rational thinking adults, sometimes I’m going to do things that you disagree with.
Clark: That is what worries me.

Clark: So what are we looking for, anyway?
Lois: I don’t know. A landing field. Burn marks. A picture of them at Walt Disney World. Anything that looks like UFO’s may have been here.

Superman: Lois, are you all right?
Lois: I’m . . . fine.

Superman: When we’re in public, you have to call me Superman.

Clark: Lucky I was there. See, that’s my nightmare. You’re going to get in trouble and I’m not going to be there.

Lois: Maybe you’re not the only alien on the planet.

Lois: So go. You can’t baby-sit me twenty-four hours a day.

Star: You’re not your parents, anymore than they’re you.

Star: Lois, if you’re willing to risk your life for work, why not risk your life for love?

Clark: Ever since she’s known me she’s been kidnapped, poisoned, pushed off buildings, almost buried alive, and who knows what else?

Clark: Everybody knows that you and I are an ‘item’ and to get to Superman, they would do anything to you.

Lois: Clark, we can make it work. In fact, I came over here tonight to tell you that, I think I’m ready to . . .

Lois and Clark: Jimmy!

Jimmy: Did you guys practice that?

Jimmy: Man, are you guys psychic or what?
Lois: Don’t use that word.

Lois: Mr. Fences, I’ll get straight to the point. You kidnapped me, you brainwashed me and you drugged me.
Fences: Nice to see you too. Anything else?

Fences: Don’t let the door hit you on your way out.

Lois: Zolzphig said his transmitter was almost complete. Why would he need more ships and a pulse amplifier?
Clark: Maybe he wanted to make a really, long distance call?
Lois: Soooo funny.

Lois: Maybe you just need some help remembering?

Fences: Well, that was invigorating.

Superman: Lois . . . I love you. I love you too much to ever let something like this happen to you again. I know . . . I can’t control everything . . . but I can control people not using you to get to me. And that’s why I came . . . to tell you . . .
Lois: To tell me what?
Superman: To tell you . . . to say . . . we just . . . can’t be together anymore, Lois . . . I’m sorry . . . I have to go . . .
Lois: Clark . . .

Lois: You're saying loving me is like being sick?

Lois: Yes, I love Clark. I love him so much, and he is SO dumb!

Lois: And, by the way, I wouldn't be seeing Patrick or Gandhi if you hadn't started this whole thing in the first place.

Lois: I know you worried about me, but you got to relax, it's not like everywhere I go, there's bombs exploding.

Veronica: Men. Can't live with 'em . . . can't shoot 'em.

Lois: I know I'm high maintenance in the relationship department . . . Clark, you have a woman in your living room.

Patrick: A toast . . . to us.
Lois: Us?
Patrick: I’m sorry . . . er . . . you're probably seeing someone. Clark?
Lois: Um . . . it’s complicated.
Patrick: How complicated can it be? Either you’re seeing him or you’re not.
Lois: Well, at the moment . . . not . . . exactly.
Patrick: Splendid. He seems like a fine man, but he doesn’t strike me as the romantic type. Did he sweep you off your feet?
Lois: A few times.

Lois: I told him I wasn’t available . . . am I?

Clark: You love me too much for us to be together, right?
Clark: How come when you repeat what I say, it sounds so dumb?

Lois: Maybe you are a jinx.

Perry: Oh, boy, you too sure are a pair. I’ve never seen such a more natural paring since Hepburn and Tracy.
Jimmy: Homer and Marge.
Lois: Charles and Di.

Clark: You stay here.
Lois: Forget it. I’m going with you. We’re a team remember. Lane and Kent.
Clark: Yeah, Lane and Kent are a team. Superman and Lois aren’t.

Perry: Sir, is that $10,000 American dollars?
Patrick: Any way you want it. Dollars, Pounds, Rubbles, gold bars.

Patrick: You look great. Filled out in all the right places.

Lois: Clark is my . . . colleague at the Planet.
Patrick: Ah, I’ve seen the poster. The other half of Lane and Kent.

Patrick: That’s quite a grip you got there, Clark. You must work out.
Clark: Oh . . . not really.

Lois: So, then . . . ten thousand dollars . . . you didn’t happen to see that movie Indecent Proposal?

Patrick: I like to travel with a little piece of home.

Veronica: This place has such possibilities. Just move in?
Clark: No.
Veronica: Oh.

Lois: Well, this probably isn’t a good time to bare my soul. I’ll be leaving.

Clark: We’re investigating. She’s helping me investigate.
Lois: I thought I did that, or did you dump me in that department too?

Lois: Okay, let’s say tonight is perfectly platonic. The night will come when it won’t be, for one of us. What do you want us to do then?
Clark: To be honest, I hadn’t actually thought about it.
Lois: Well, maybe you should.

Lois: Hope you don’t mind if I pick you’re brain for a few minutes?
Patrick: You can pick any part of me you like.

Patrick: You always were the most tenacious girl I’ve ever met.
Lois: I’ve gotten worse with age.

Patrick: Your purse is beeping.

Clark: I think Patrick could be dangerous.
Lois: Oh, right! He was trying to kill me with truffles.

Lois: Look, you can’t have is both ways. We’re either together or we’re not!

Veronica: Oh, okay fine! You don’t have to drop a house on me.

Clark: Imagine running into you two.
Patrick: Every time I turn around, you seem to be there.
Clark: I tend to cover a lot of ground.

Veronica: He is just so jealous.

Lois: I think you want Patrick to be guilty. If I were dating Ghundi, you’d accuse him of cat theft or something.

Lois: Star, I wasn’t thinking about my wedding. What’s the point? I don’t think I’m going to have one.

Star: Lois your brain is like a cheap TV.

Star: I gotta get this thing fixed.

Clark: How does she do it?

Patrick: Hush my sweet.

Lois: Boy, I have some batting average. Two men in my life: One dumps me, the other tries to kill me.

Lois: So you’re not in love with me anymore?
Clark: Lois, I’m completely in love with you.

Clark: I’ve been wrong about some things, but not about this.

Lois: No.
Clark: No?
Lois: Clark, you saved my life to day, for the millionth time. You were there for me.
Clark: I will always be there for you.
Lois: Until the next time, when you decide to break my heart for my own good. I survived it this time, I’m not sure I would again.

Clark: Lane and Kent . . . the hottest team in town.
Lois: News team.

Lois: Even though it's your fault, I feel like it's mine. Good 'ol Clark, good 'ol Superman, crabby 'ol Lois. Even if I could tell someone the issue, which I can't, they'd still think you were the good guy and I was the bad guy.

Lois: Aw . . . really? Do I have to? . . . Shucks!

Lois: Clark, we're in the rejected pile!
Clark: Lois, don'tcha think that's a good thing?
Lois: Well, I'd like to feel wanted!

Woman: Larry, Larry, female hawk is whispering!

Clark: I think we're completely in sync.
Lois: Oh yeah, we're so in sync that when you broke up with me, for my own good, you probably figured I'd know it was for the best, because we're so in sync. We're about as in sync as the English in a Japanese horror film.
Clark: Lois, I was wrong and I admitted it. You can't stay mad.
Lois: Oh yes I can. You can fly, I can stay mad. It's a gift.

Superman: Women. Earth women.
Lois: Look at this. He says he doesn't even know how you can even put up with me . . .

Lois: Y'know, the only reason you put up with me, and the same reason I put up with you, is because I'm completely in love with you!
Clark: Did we just make up?

Lois: I just love being mad at a national treasure.

Lois: I'm going to be a professional and go to the interview and internalize my feelings so I get an ulcer the size of Cleveland.

Clark: You're my parents! You're supposed to be on my side!
Martha: We do take your side in the big picture. We want you to be happy, and Lois makes you happy. Then you make her unhappy, and she makes you unhappy, and that makes us unhappy.

Smiley: Female Hawk . . . you're riding a horse called domination.

Martha: Well, frankly Clark, I'm going to have to go with Lois on this one.

Lois: Your life is so strange.
Clark: And getting stranger by the minute.

Lois: I walked out because the plot is just warmed over Bambi, with out the political subtext. You?

Star: You do have any alibi for last night?

Lois: Is there anything is this building that you don’t find out about?
Star: No.

Star: Happiest couple in the world next to you and Clark . . . from time to time.

Clark: I mean a guy makes one . . . admittedly big mistake . . . and Bam! The doors are shut and the Supreme court is not hearing any appeals.

Clark: So what are you saying? That I should go crawling back on my hands and knees?
Martha: No, honey, fly back, it’s faster.

Clark: Cover for each other. Gee, look at the time. I gotta go get . . .
Lois: Choco-choco monster chip ice cream.

Perry: You know that boy would walk on water for you, or die trying.

Nun: Oh, Sisters look! He saving the toys for the children.
Lois: Of course.

Lois: Didn’t have any trouble parking?

Perry: As a matter a fact, I could make arrangements for you two to go on the next retreat as a married couple.
Lois: No! No, no . . . no.
Clark: No. No.

Lois: Hey Clark, do you think you could lift out Michelle’s hand writing from the other’s using your ‘vision gizmo’?
Clark: Lois, ‘vision gizmo’ doesn’t sound particularly cool.

Larry: Bluntly speaking, you two have got to stop dressing like each other. I mean, look at yourself honey. Are you afraid of your feminine side?

Larry: You know something, you got a tiger by the tail there boy.
Clark: Tell me about it.

Clark: This is not a bed.
Lois: No, this is a bed.
Clark: Actually it’s a very large bed.
Lois: This is business.

Clark: Being in a relationship, it’s completely new. If I blow this, I lose everything.

Lois: I do know you broke my heart. And you just have to let me work that out. You can’t expect me to just snap out of it.
Clark: I will, and I don’t. Good night Lois.
Lois: Good night Clark.

Lois: Ahhh!
Clark: Ahhh . . .
Lois: What are you doing!!! Would you please get off?
Clark: I would if you’d just stop moving.
Guy in the next room: Hey, pal. Been there.

Lois: You know, I sleep like a baby in Metropolis, what is so relaxing about the country?

Larry: Why, you of all people should see where I’m going.
Perry: Yeah, a little quiet room with rubber on the walls.

Larry: You know, one of the advantages of healing the famous and the accomplished is that the little devils are capable of building the darndest contraptions.

Lois: My, you’re really racking up the frequent flier miles.

Woman: Female Hawk, you know Superman?
Lois: Yeah . . . um . . . we go to the same dentist.

Larry: Son, you pack a lot of horse sense in them tight britches.

Lois: Could we maybe do this some place where it’s not so musty and owned by a criminal?

Star: Clark, I know you want this to work, but you got to do me an itsy-bitsy favor.
Clark: What?
Star: Shut-up!

Jimmy: Man, it’s just like Water World.
Lois: Only a lot cheaper.

Lois: Boy, this guy's got a real problem.

Jimmy: Lois, you don’t really think he can flood the earth do you?
Lois: No, Jimmy, it’s this turning us into toast thing that’s got me worried.

Jimmy: And then you took my hand and said, 'Jimmy, I can make a man of you.'

Lois: Thanks, honey.

Larry's mom: Lawerence, you have been a very naughty boy!.

Lois: It’s a lot of pressure this ‘forever’ thing.
Superman: It’s not the 'M' word that makes it forever for me, Lois. My love is forever, because . . . it just is.

Lois: Did you ever notice in all those movies, James Bond did all the driving?
Clark: What?!
Lois: Nothing. Its just that when you get right down to it, he did what he did alone. The cars were all that mattered. The women were just hood ornaments.
Clark: They weren't part of the act...?
Lois: Well, yeah. What makes you say that?
Clark: No reason.

Clark: Where's Lois? She was here just a minute ago . . .

Lois: Don't you think we should have discussed this?
Clark: I don't know how this works. Are two people supposed to tell each other everything?
Lois: Yes! I think two people who are considering getting . . . I mean two people considering doing--don't they?
Clark: Wait a minute. Are we talking about what we agreed not to talk about?
Lois: No . . . no, we're not discussing marriage because that combined with other unusual aspects of our relationship is making us both crazy. So no, we aren't discussing it.
Clark: Okay, fine. So we won't.
Lois: Fine.

Lois: I don't know if I suspect them because they're suspects or because they make me want to barf.

Amber: Welcome to forever.

Bad Brain: We wouldn't be discussing Clutz Kent, Nosy Lane and Superduper now, would we?

Clark: Maybe we should just stop talking, period.

Perry: Where's your bulletproof vest?
Lois: At the drycleaners. Here, let me wear that tie. Bullets will run screaming.

Jonathan: Until this Barnacle Bill gets bored or calls it quits.

Perry/Friday: Let me tell you something, Mr. Kent, your wife may have been the one to go psycho . .
Jimmy/Gannon: . . . trash the supermarket . . .
Perry/Friday: . . . throw over all the vegetable bins . . .
Jimmy/Gannon: . . . melt the entire freezer section.
Perry/Friday: But you drove her to it. You're just as guilty.
Clark: Guilty of what?
Jimmy/Gannon: Indifference.
Perry/Friday: Preoccupation with other things.
Jimmy/Gannon: No emotional support.
Perry/Friday: No time for bedtime stories.
Jimmy/Gannon: And don't give me another saving-the-Hoover-dam alibi cause I've heard it all before.

Lois: What do I know? These glasses fooled me for two years. Oh boy, what a dope!

Lois: Even when a huge part of you didn't make any sense, there was a part deep down that did.

Jimmy: You know what my guess is? Superman is somewhere bummin' big time.

Lois: Let me at him, I'll give him a migraine!

Martha: Oh, listen to us. You'd think it was our problem. I'm sure you guys are working this stuff out if you're talking about marriage. Oh, I forgot. You're not . . . talking about it.

Perry: Yeah, well, just remember there's no perfect sunsets. There's a little crack in every cloud, but that's what gives you your silver lining.

Lois/Lucy: Me Superwife!

Clark/James Bond: In the future years, Miss Goodbottom, when I've gone on to a series of successful sequels and you've gone on to relative obscurity, please remember at this moment, I was thinking only of you.

Lois: OK, so I'll go on three. You know, one, two, umph.
Superman: OK. (Pause)
Lois: Yeah, I'm not gonna say three.
Superman: Lois!

Bad Brain: How did you find my secret lair, huh? It's secret!

Superman: Lois, you got some 'splaining to do!!!

Lois: Well, Clarkie I can 'splain why they 'spolded . . .

Jonathan: We have a gambler in the house.

Clark: The name is Man. Superman.

Lois: Don’t worry, I’ll save you.

Superman: Lois, there are things I do that you . . . can not do. Me Superman.
Lois: Me Superwife.

Clark: Hola?
Lois: Clark? Are you okay?

Clark: Chief, I don’t think Superman is going to let anything happen to us.
Perry: I don’t see him here now, do you?
Clark: . . . Um . . .

Lois: Clark can I go?
Clark: No.
Lois: Come on Clark, we both know I’m going to go.
Clark: Then why do you ask?
Lois: I’m trying to be polite.

Lois: If he finds a vaccine, Clark!
Superman: Superman!

Lois: Did you just call me Ms Goodbottom?
Clark: Unless you prefer to be shaken not stirred.

Clark: The name is Man . . . Superman.

Lois: Did you ever notice that in all those James Bond movies, James did all the driving?

Lois: What did you tell them the interview was about?
Clark: How you too, can achieve total, perpetual bliss with the one you love.
Lois: Good, I was wondering how that worked.

Lois: So this is where you keep the suits.
Clark: Kept.

Clark: Only one left. My mom’s going to kill me.

Clark: I’m surprised you had so much material, mom.
Martha: Actually to tell you the truth, I got it on special.

Tim: Is Superman still in China?
Amber: Repairing the Great Wall.
Tim: Boy Scout.

Amber: You're the honey, honey. Superman's the bee.

Tim: Superman! Delightful to see you . . . gulp . . . Cafe Latte?

Lois: This isn’t exactly how I pictured us getting old together. You gave up everything in your life for me.
Superman: Without you it wouldn’t have been a life.

Jimmy: I’d love to be there to see Superman kick his butt.

Jimmy: He’s dead. Superman is dead.

Superman: I guess you don't really want to be Superman, do you?
Lois: Heh, no. I guess you think of me as more than a hood ornament?
Superman: I don’t even own a car.

Superman: I wish I could touch you.
Lois: Well, you can touch me . . . with your words.

Superman: Lois, wake up.

Lois: What if is doesn’t work?
Superman: It’s all semi-theoretical.
Lois: It’s semi-suicidal!

Supermna: That’s what you and I are all about, Lois. Taking a chance.

Superman: Remember . . . I love you.

Amber: Uh . . .
Tim: . . . Oh.

Perry: Good job you two. If you want a life time contract, just see me.
Clark: Actually, we’re working on that, Chief.
Lois: Definitely.

Nell: While you were up all night binging and purging, some of us were working.

Lois: How blind do you think people are?

Lucille: Idiot! Moron! Cretin!
Nell: I burned my hand.
Lucille: Hypochondriac!

Lucille: Please, tell me you're adopted. If we actually share genes, I'm going to throw myself in front of a bus.

Lucille: Another job well done. Don't you ever get tired of perfection?

Lucille: You make me so mad my hair hurts!

Lois: These shoes cost $75. Does the Superheros Union cover expenses?

Lois: Does this mean I have to wear glasses?

Jimmy: Cut yourself shaving?
Clark: Repeatedly!

Clark: I miss the cape and the S, and this whole bleeding thing is no fun!

Lucille: I see fear in your eyes.
UltraWoman: That's just extreme modesty.

Lois: You know, if somebody had asked me three days ago who the one person in the world I admired most was, I'd have said you. But, without really knowing what that meant. Without understanding that the hardest thing about being you is all the things you can't do. All the cries for help that you can't answer. And how that quietly tears you apart. But it never stops you. And after living a little of that myself, I realized something. Something that I never thought was possible.
Clark: What?
Lois: I love you more. More than I ever have and more than I ever thought I could love anyone, and so, I wanna ask . . . Will you marry me?
Clark: Who's asking? Lois or UltraWoman?
Lois: Who's answering? Clark or Superman?
Clark: I'm answering.
Lois: I'm waiting.
Clark: Yes.

Lucille: I'm an empowered woman.

Clark: Lois says she's sorry she missed dinner, but there's a 747 with a bomb on it.
Jonathan: Oh. Well . . . maybe she'll be back in time for pie.

Martha: What on Earth makes you think you can fool me!

Jon: Lois, Clark is strong. And I'm not talking about how much he can bench press. He's strong where it counts, and when it counts.

Lucille: Oh. Joy.

Martha: I'm thinking a mask.
Jonathan: Oh, I think a mask would be very smart.

Driver: I thought, for a minute, that she . . .
Superman: Oh, ha ha ha. Ha ha. haha. Heeeeeee.

Martha: Actually, it was TWO secretaries.

Martha: No cape?

Martha: Now . . . let's talk boots.

Lucille: Why, when I'm speaking, are you not listening with rapt attention?

Lois: Jimmy, I think you should apply ice.

Clark: Hey! You in the dime store dress! Over here. Is that polyester, cause it goes great with that bad lipstick and cheap wig.
Nell: Hey, don’t you talk about my sister like that.
Lucille: Shut up, Nell. I can fight my own battles.
Clark: Yeah, but you are losing the one with taste.

Clark: How about dinner tonight?
Lois: Good. As long as it’s not Chinese. I’ve been in kind of a rut lately. I’ve had my life’s quota of soy sauce.

Clark: How do you feel?
Lois: Fine . . .
Clark: Oh, boy!

Clark: Do you feel different?
Lois: Um . . . yeah. Yeah, I’d say I feel different.

Lucille: Nell, just be grateful I’m too depressed to beat you to death.

Clark: Okay, A+ on the heat vision.

Lois: Why are you so calm!

Lois: Oh, I have a bad feeling about what where this is going . . .

Martha: How about a cape?

Jonathan: Lois, Clark is strong and I’m not talking about how much he can bench press.

Martha: How’s it going?
Lois: Sure is tight.
Martha: I know, but it cuts down on the wind resistance.

Lois: Well, what do you think?

Clark: Chief, I’m really sorry.
Jimmy: Yeah this blows . . . in that it’s sad.

Lucille: Great, now there are two of them.

Superman: Great costume.

Lois: It’s Perry and Jimmy, they’re going to know it’s me.
Superman: No they won’t.
Lois: How blind do you think they are?

Nell: I’m telling you he has all the powers of... Batman.

Lois: Jimmy what are these [flowers]?
Jimmy: They’re for Ultra Women.
Lois: The Governor, Fabio... Brad Pitt... Dion Sanders, Jimmy Olsen... Jimmy?

Clark: Please don’t tell my that I loosened it for you.

Lois: You don’t like just wearing your boxers?
Clark: Boxers? I wear briefs
Lois: I know.
Clark: Lois! Did you x-ray my...? Lois: There’s something I gotta finish first.
Clark: What? ...... Whoa!

Clark: Believe me, I understand, it the hijackers won’t listen, you’re going to have to take them out.

Clark: Hey, you guys wanna play Monopoly?
Martha: Are you okay, sweetie?
Clark: Fine.
Martha: What on earth makes you think you can fool me?

Jonathan: Did we raise a smart boy, or what?

Lucille: Or charbroil a reporter. Unless you call Ultra women.
Clark: I think her number’s unlisted.

Nell: If he doesn’t yell for help we’re not really going to...? Oh come on!
Lucille: It’s up to him, which any Buddhist priest will tell you slides this whole thing out of murder and into suicide. Keeping us Karma-kly sound.

Clark: Ahh, I really could use some HELP getting out of this.... it worked.

Jimmy: I thought you could tell her that I’m a nice guy.
Lois: You are.
Jimmy: And that I’ve been waiting my whole life to meet someone like her.

Ultrawoman: Guess I’m going to have to get used to being earth bound again.

Lucille: Did you like the way the bullets bounced off my chest?
Nell: Oh, yes. Watching you get shot was a real pleasure.

Lucille: I see fear in your eyes.
Lois: That’s just... extreme modesty.

Lois: ‘You’re cute.'
Jimmy: She said that?
Lois: Her exact words.
Jimmy: Man!... I’m cute!

LeAnn: Mr. Rafferty, as you can see that test is for later today. Now isn't there some kind of writ or judge-type thing you can do? Just to delay it, you know.
Donald Rafferty: My dear you have nothing to worry about . . . Son, the grip. I'm losing all feeling. . . The test will either show that Superman is the father or not.
Leigh-Anne: And how is that last one a good thing?
Donald Rafferty: Oh well, I will bring in opposing experts to argue that the DNA tests are inconclusive or contaminated or the result of tampering or part of a conspiracy.
Leigh-Anne: Is that legal?
Donald Rafferty: My dear, it's the backbone of the entire legal system.

Superman: The irony is there's really only been one woman in my life, and she's wearing a ring.

Lois: The truth is what you tell me and what I tell you, because that's the kind of relationship we have.
Clark: Lois, the best day of my life was the day you found out that I'm Superman. It meant no more secrets. I'm done hiding things from you.

Lois: You don't have anymore big surprises do you?
Clark: Did I mention the flying?
Lois: I only marry men who fly.

Lois: We’ve been through a lot.
Clark: A lot? Lois, salmon swimming upstream haven’t had the mating trouble we've had.

President: I'll have the blue cheese with the salad, miss.

Leanne: He's still in correspondence law school. They haven't mailed him the chapter on blood stuff yet.

Leanne: My family doesn't do well on tests.

Leanne: I had prospects . . . I was a runner up in the Jr. Miss Stenographer pagent.

Leanne: I had my sights set on being a Star Search spokesmodel. Now that's just a dream.

Leanne: I'm enrolled in beauty school.

Lois: Wait . . . I was just about to learn all this juicy stuff about you.

Lois: Don't move . . . I know how to use this thing.

Clark: Just keep repeating to your self, "hoax, hoax, hoax."
Lois: Hoax, hoax, hoax. Hoax, hoax, hoax. [sees Superkid] Ohhh . . .

Perry: If it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, tastes good with plum sauce . . . it is a duck.

Clark: I'm kinda busy, Jimmy.

Lois: And we’ll be like this forever. You cooking, me watching.
Clark: What you never cooking?
Lois: Not really me thing.
Clark: I thought it was just a lack of time.
Lois: No, lack of talent.

Clark: Jimmy, I’m . . . king of . . . busy . . . right now.

LeAnne: I had Superman’s love child.

Jimmy: Clark, what do you think . . . if I had Superman’s powers, his looks, tight pants, women falling all over me, I sure would be tempted to . . . ah . . . um . . . maybe not . . . no? . . . right.

Lois: To prove to the world that my fiance, the man that I said I’d marry, would never do what this women says he did.
Clark: Of course he wouldn’t . . . I wouldn’t.

Lois: Well!
Clark: I don’t know . . . it’s impossible.

Jesse: I don’t like you.
Lois: Oh, I’m sure you don’t mean that.
Jesse: Yes, I do.

Clark: My, you’re so fast.

LeAnne: Do you know what he would do? He would cook for me.
Lois: He would cook for you!!

LeAnne: Sufficed to say, they don’t call him ‘Superman’ for nothing.

LeAnne: It’s so hard when your little boy says, ‘Mama, why can I fly? Why can I break steel bars over my head? Why wasn’t I hurt when Uncle Luke shot me?'

Clark: Why? Did she judge him and find him guilty?
Lois: Not exactly, the jury’s deadlocked.

Perry: Even Superman is entitled to a checkered past.

Clark: Lois, I do not have a checkered past!

Lois: Neither of us were born on the day we fell in love.

Clark: Lois, see the thing is, I wouldn’t lie to you.
Lois: See, the thing is you did. Every day for two years.

Clark: Do you have any idea how many people I pose with each year?
Lois: Do you have any idea how many toddlers can balance sofa’s on their pinkies?

Lois: I need to go home and pace.

Clark: I do not have a love child.

Clark: Mom, how old was I when I started to move furniture?
Martha: Oh, you didn’t start to do any real damage till you were a teen. And even then, you stuck mostly to major appliances.

Martha: It’s laughable really.
Jonathan: Laughable.
Clark: Come on, I have dated . . .
Martha: How’s Lois?
Clark: Not laughing.

Jesse: Are you my daddy?

Lois: You’re the most caring person I’ve ever met, and the most honest.

Clark: Lois, the best day of my life was the day you found out that I was Superman.

Hacker: Take care of that kid. He was starting to give me a headache.
Anonymous: Then by all means, take two of these.

Clark: It sure has a distinctive smell.
Lois: Only to a supernose.

Lois: ‘Red cho-cho?’ Well, I don’t speak kid, but do you think that means red train?

Anonymous: Well, you’re a regular Mr. Rogers.

Lois: Clark, we just nabbed the biggest story of the year! Gloat!

Lois: So, what is normal for a women, happily engaged to a really cute guy? Oh, I know . . .
Clark: Lois, everybody’s watching . . .
Lois: Yeah . . . who cares?

Perry: All right, listen up everybody, look who's decided to join us this morning! Let's give it up for Lois and Clark! Whoo whoo whoo!
Clark: Chief, we were out on a story.
Perry: I'll bet you were.

Lois: Is there any language which you can't read?
Clark: Well, I have a pretty hard time trying to understand you sometimes.

Perry: I only hired you 'cause your mother went to college with Alice.

Jimmy: Am I interruptin' somethin'?
Lois: Uh, no, no. Not at all. Is he, Clark?

Lois: Supermodel or terrorist? Supermodel or terrorist? I mean, how do you wake up in the morning and decide to be that?

Bud Collins: Superman, did anybody tell you you look just like Clark Kent, only without the glasses?

Clark: I'll take 'other stuff' for 50.

Clark: Preschool? We don't even get married for three more weeks.
Lois: Well, Winky Tink says now's the time. They've got a five-year waiting list, and they require a $200 deposit.
Clark: Do they also require a child?
Lois: Nope. Just money.

Clark: It's just it's a big decision, that's all.
Lois: I know.
Clark: It's not like getting a dog.
Lois: Oy!

Clark: Just think of it as another one of those annoying little wedding details we have to figure out.

Superman: No, I'm not done with you yet!

Jimmy: Superman's going to kick Nazi butt from here to Pluto.

Perry: I know I've been irritable and on edge, but I just want you to know . . . you can expect more of the same.

Lois: Now, that's what I call 'being carried over the threshold'.
Clark: You ain't seen nothing yet . . .
[kisses]
Lois: Oh wow, I'm beat.
Clark: You're kidding? Please tell me you're kidding?!

Perry: Eternal Vigilance is the price of Liberty.

Hank: And draw attention to us? Why not just take out an ad?

Clark: I’m fine, I’m just radioactive.

Lois: Geez, I don’t think I’m going to look good in one of these.

Jimmy: Well, ah . . . I gotta get my ‘lower salary’ butt in gear.

Lois: Ah, who makes these people.
Clark: Come on Lois, you are much better looking then Lisa Rockford.
Lois: See how well trained I have him already?

Perry: What is this, a wax museum?

Lois: Well . . . he’s kind of handsome.

Lois and Clark: Yikes!

Clark: All this? Lois, this is a wedding, not a coronation.

Lois: Anything weird?
Jimmy: It’s all weird, we live in Metropolis.

Lois: What!
Clark: Give me a minute.

Skip: Uh, Mr. White? I was wondering if I might talk to you . . .
Perry: Not now . . . I’m on a rampage!

Lois: What? She looks great, for a seventy-four year old.

Perry: That’s what I like to see around here . . . some pep.
Jimmy: ‘Pep’ is my middle name.
Perry: Ha!

Lois: He’s a Nazi.

Jimmy: Man! Superman is going to kick some Nazi butt from here to Pluto.

Lois: Tell the President to stall!

Lois: How long are you going to be this way . . . how long?
Superman: 30 thousand years.

Superman: Lois, nothing can stop me from marrying you. I will move heaven and earth if I have to . . . I love you!

Skip: Oh, and from now on the newspaper will be called the ‘Daily Reich.’ Catchy, huh?

Superman: Meanwhile, Lois . . . don’t do anything till I get back.

Lois: Tell him that I went to check out Speedy Ambulance. I think the New Reich is underneath it.
Dr. Klein: But he told you to wait for him!
Lois: I know he did.
Dr. Klein: Boy, it’s almost like they were married.

Lois: Welcome back.
Superman: It’s good to be back.

Superman: It’s too late, say good-bye, Skippy.

Clark: Well . . . Superman had a little help.

Clark: Well, then think of it that way. I'll be your first non-federal disaster, and you'll be my first . . .

Lois: Just when I think I know everything there is to know about you . . . you take my breath away with something new.

Clark: Lois, I'm not from here. So I'm always asking myself, do I really belong? I mean how am I supposed to have a life here . . .

Lois: You beat Superman!
Jaxon: To a pulp.
Lois: Oh, thank you. I was getting so sick of him.

Clark: The intimacy threshold. The big intimacy threshold -- I haven't exactly crossed it.
Lois: So what you're saying is, you're a v - very patient man.

Clark: It's not that I didn't have ample opportunity. I dated; I had girlfriends. I even stepped up to the brink and looked over, but never crossed that threshhold . . .

X: So. Where would you like to visit this morning?
Clark: Mattress store . . .
Lois: Hawaii!

Computer: There's a power surge coming up!

Lois: Why's he wearing that suit?
Clark: To impress you.
Lois: He is not!

Lois: Clark, we just had our most intimate conversation inside a computer with God knows who watching and listening. Oh, he's going to pay for this!

Lois: Tea? Great. I wonder what flavor they have in virtual reality.

Lois: This isn't really happening is it?
Clark: No, it's all in our minds.
Lois: . . . it feels so real.
Clark: . . . who cares?

Superman: It's not Clark. Believe me, whatever he looks like, he's not Clark.

Jaxon: You keep hitting me with vases.

Computer: Chicken boy.

Jimmy: I jumped us out of the virtual world and into a section of the computer’s unused memory.

Jaxon: I’m not playing . . . I’m rehearsing.

Jaxon: I guess I just have to remember that in this world I may be just another geek with a lot of RAM, but in that world, I’m a god.

Perry: Jimmy, if these things are dangerous you shouldn’t be wearing them.

Lois: Good morning.
Clark: Good morning.
Lois: Thanks for the flowers and the coffee . . . What’s the occasion?
Clark: The occasion is . . . I’m in love and I’m getting marred.

Lois: I’ve been thinking about our honeymoon.
Clark: Oh, there’s a nice thought.

Lois: Well, with all the money we’re going to save . . . thanks to ‘Superman Express’, we can go just about anywhere we want. Paris, Hawaii . . .
Clark: I don’t care where we go, Lois, as long as I’m with you.

Lois: A little hut on the beach, ceiling fan, nice soft bed . . . that is . . . if you like soft beds?
Clark: Soft beds are fine.
Lois: Cause you know there are other kinds of beds. I mean, there’s hard, firm, straw mat, futon, some people even like the floor.
Clark: Lois, any bed you choose is fine with me.
Lois: Well, what if it’s not? What if you expect one type of bed and you end up getting a completely different type? You might be disappointed.
Clark: How come I get the feeling that this isn’t all about beds?
Lois: Well, it did occur to me that there’s one ore two things that we never talked about.
Clark: One or two?
Lois: One thing.
Clark: What thing?
Lois: The thing.
Clark: Oh . . . that thing.
Lois: We haven’t had any experience together . . . well . . . much . . . with each other . . . oh, what am I doing . . . ?
Clark: Lois, it’s okay . . .
Lois: . . . Sucking the romance out of this like a vacuum.

Lois: Well, we’ve waited . . . and I’m glad.
Clark: I’m glad too.

Jaxon: Did I program you to repeat yourself? What are you, the first cybernetic parrot?

Jaxon: You’re not afraid of . . . roller coasters, are you, Ms. Lane?

Jaxon: Yesterday the mayor paid a visit and stayed for several hours playing virtual golf in Scotland with Sean Connery.
Lois: Glad to know my tax dollars aren’t being wasted.

Jaxon: But I’ve never killed anyone before.
Computer: Did you actually think you could take over Lex Luthor’s enterprise with out killing a few people?

Clark: I wonder if everything in virtual world feels this real?
Lois: Like . . . ummm . . . pretty real.
Clark: Um humm.

Lois: I think I’ll have some fries too.
Clark: You’re nervous.

Lois: I feel much better, you want anything else?
Clark: Just watching made me full.

Jaxon: Say good-bye to "Oh, Claaaaark."

Clark: You were the person I’ve waited for.
Lois: I just wish I’d waited too.

Lois: Are you okay?
Clark: Fine, except I don’t have any powers.
Lois: That’s because you’re not all you.
Virtual Superman: Citizens! Be careful crossing the street.
Clark: Did he just call us citizens?

Lois: I think I know what it is . . .
Lois and Clark: . . . we’re still in the virtual world!

Computer: Stop banging my monitors!

Clark: We have been up and down every street and we always end up in front of your apartment. And I’m getting sick of seeing the same ten people.

Lois: So maybe if we get close right now, he’ll make his move . . . kiss me!

Clark: Anything?
Lois: . . . Ah, well . . . it’s starting to be a little . . . more comfortable.
Clark: Yeah . . .

Jaxon: Lois, don’t interrupt.

Jaxon: You know, I’ve wondered ever since the fourth grade, what it would be like to pound guys like you and I gotta tell you . . . it feels . . . great!

Jaxon: Good dresser? Yes. Computer genius? NO!

Perry: I don’t know this girl . . . this is all electrons and . . . plastic.
Jimmy: Chief, you’re describing some of my best relationships.

Jimmy: Sure, these days all the computers are hooked up to some on-line system.

Perry: Great Shades of Elvis! Jimmy, what’s going on here? I don’t need a date this bad.

Jimmy: I’m the king of video games.

Jimmy: Are you ready?
Superman: I’m Superman.
Jimmy: Good point.

Lois: Lex wanted an 'X' in every child’s name . . . I wasn’t . . .
Virtual Clark: Of course! What were they?
Lois: Alexis, Roxanne, and Lynx . . .
Virtual Clark: Lynx?

Jaxon: My name is Jaxon Xavier Luthor. I never died. And you . . . Woo hoo! You were almost my mother.

Jaxon: You can die in here, flyboy.
Superman: Let’s go.

Jaxon: Where did they go?
Computer: I have no idea.
Jaxon: What do you mean, ‘you have no idea’?
Computer: Because the last time I looked, I wasn’t a map.

Computer: I’ve been asked to give you a message . . . being downloaded now . . . ’Hey chicken boy! Come out an fight! Bak, bak, bak . . .' Apparently they don’t know to call you 'X'.

Clark: You can’t be hungry again!
Lois: Oh, I’m a bottomless pit.

Sam Lane: Easy storage is her best feature.

Sam Lane: I'm pushing too hard, aren't I?

Sam Lane: How'd you like to go through life with a set of these babies?

Lois: I just love your parents. They're so . . . not insane.

Clark: Maybe it was the kryptonite that saved me, but I think it was you.

Clark: Mom, it's great you got the license number. I'm just saying you shouldn't chase muggers.
Lois: It's okay, Martha, he tells me the same thing.

Baby: Cashew?

Lois: I suppose this means that you're going to back out?

Ellen: Of all the sicko, psycho, sexual . . . nothing personal, Baby.

Mindy: I had a kind of a thought.

Lois: We're gonna elope.

Mother: A pill won't erase years of abandonment and neglect.
Lois: Take two.

Mindy: I'm only a bird in a gilded case.
Lois: Cage. Gilded cage.
Mindy: Huh?

Voiceover: In the unlikely event of poison gas, pull the mask down and continue to breathe normally. Thank you and have a nice day.

Sam: Princess?
Lois: Daddy?
Ellen: Sam!?
Sam: Ellen!
Lois: Martha . . . was there something you wanted to tell me?
Martha: Your father's here.

Ellen: You're being very insensitive of other people's needs again.
Sam: You're right. Baby, get in the closet.
Lois: Dad!

Clark: You must be cold.
Baby: I do not feel the cold.
Martha: Eggnog?
Baby: I do not drink.
Ellen: Not yet, anyway.

Mindy: Clowns, balloons, bombs . . . it all adds up.

Lois: Not that it won’t look perfect . . . my family always looks perfect.

Mindy: I wanna hug you, Metropolis.

Lois: You know, Perry wanted me to interview Mindy Church . . . I told him I’d rather be buried alive.

Clark: Well, when we’re married they’ll be my family too.
Lois: I suppose that means you’re going to back out?
Clark: Not a chance.

Mindy: Superman. I want him killed.
Handyman: Who doesn’t?

Mindy: What if Superman caught the flu?
Handyman: You think of that all by yourself?

Ellen: I just couldn’t stand the thought of you being all alone . . .
Lois: Mother . . .
Ellen: Actually, I pictured you more alone than this.

Martha: How about a glass of holiday cheer?
Lois: Yes!
Ellen: I’m an alcoholic.

Ellen: You brought a date!

Sam: I’d like you to meet my finance . . . Baby Gunderson!
Ellen: Oh, my gosh! She’s nine years old!

Lois: Mother, Lou-Lou is a hooker. It’s not a union job.

Lois: You guys are just a couple of sentimental softies.
Perry: Oh, really? Superman is a sentimental softy?
Lois: He’s the worst of all of you.

Clark: Ah-choo!
Lois: Bless you.
Clark: Thank you.
Lois: You don’t get sick.

Clark: So, this is what being sick feels like?

Mindy: I love kids! I mean . . . I used to be one myself.

Superman: This is really rough.

Martha: Don’t exert yourself, honey.

Clark: Maybe next year at this time we’ll be spending the holiday’s at our house.

Clark: So, you still want to elope?
Lois: Oh, you know, without them it might seem kind of dull.

Lois: Well, uh, I . . . I've always admired the Swiss. And, um, their chocolate is to die for, and those cuckoo clocks. Wow!

Clark: I guess we've pretty much just given up on those mini little hotdogs.

Ellen: This isn't my wedding! Are you two going to participate or not?

Clark: Yes, Lois, what do you think about Swiss bell ringers?

Clark: I just want it to say how much I love Lois.
Beverly: That'll be doves, white, 300.

Lois: I've never seen her have so much fun . . . it's scary.

Star: Lois, is there something evil in your purse?
Lois: My credit cards.

Star: Congratulations. You're certainly not possessed.
Clark: Thank you.
Star: Handy having me downstairs. Of course there's always the possibility that you're nuts.

Clark: Lois, this is a wedding, not a coronation.

Perry: You’re not very convincing.
Clark: I’m not a women!

Lois: Clark are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you’re not up to lunch with my mother.

Lois: Isn’t that expensive? Who’s paying for that?
Ellen: Your father. It’s cheap, considering all the years of neglect he has to make up for.

Clark: Excuse me.
Beverly: He’s going to be difficult, isn’t he?

Lois: Chief, you chicken out?
Perry: Oh, not at all. The kid here had his heart set on seeing the show . . .
Jimmy: He chickened out.

Jimmy: My name is James Bartholomew Olsen.

Clark: That’s a pretty interesting trick.

Lois: Chomping at the bit?

Beverly: So we’ll definitely be going with rose petals strewn by a small child, and if you don’t know any small children, we’ll provide one.

Clark: Do we absolutely need L, F, and G?
Lois: Mother?
Ellen: Beverly?
Beverly: Well, you don’t actually need shoes, but sooner or later, your feet are bloody stumps.

Beverly: Is he all right?
Lois: I think so.
Beverly: I’ve seen pre-wedding stress before, but this is taking it to a new level.

Lois: You must be very popular at parties.

Sunday: I find most of life to be a frightening hallucination.

Lois: Well, I’m not really sure yet.
Clark: I don’t believe you.

Lois: Thirty minutes.
Detective: Looks like he’s been dead for a lot longer than that.
Lois: Well, I might be off by a few minutes.
Detective: You might be off by a few years.

Sunday: This is a non smoking flight, unless I decide to have you burst into flames.

Lois: He may have made a mistake, but it’s not fair that he should die.
Sunday: Life isn’t fair.

Clark: As I was remembering, I could feel the love of my parents . . . sending their baby off into the cold universe . . .
Lois: And into my life.

Ellen: How many doves do you have to have?
Beverly: At least a thousand.

Jimmy: I don't know, bad people. I punched one.
Clark: Did they say anything?
Jimmy: No. They were too busy shooting and fighting. I punched one.
Clark: You already said that.

Perry: Have you heard from Lois?
Clark: Lois?
Perry: Yeah, she left here and went to Star Labs to see Jimmy. But I just called there. Olsen left. She never made it.
Clark: Where's Jimmy?
Perry: He never made it back here. Where's Jack Olsen?
Clark: Gone. Where's the computer?
Perry: With Jimmy.
Clark: Well, that's great. We just lost everyone.
Perry: Yeah, we're totally incompetent.

Jack: I believed in what I was doing. I believed in it so much, I had to lead a double life. But what would you know about that?

Lois: Well, I'll tell you what you can learn from Jack. Not all men are cut out to be fathers. It's not the job, it's the man, and piano tuner or spy, Jack just wasn't ready for the responsibility of a family. And you are.
Clark: Trying to convince yourself?
Lois: No, lunkhead, I'm trying to convince you.
Clark: You are good. Awesome.
Lois: True.

Jack: Spy stuff.
Clark: Lunkhead?
Lois: In the best sense of the word.

Lois: Don’t wear yourself out.

Clark: So you think we’ll make good parents?
Lois: Yeah, I guess so. I mean you will be . . . and I’ll probably catch on.

Collins: Superman . . . did anyone ever tell you, you look just like Clark Kent, only without the glasses?

Tart: Hold it right there.
Superman: New in town?

Tart: Did he say or give you anything before he died?
Lois: Nope. He blew up, he flew down.

Jack: Now that’s using your head.

Travanion: Swill!

Travanion: That’s on a need to know . . . you don’t.

Perry: Ask and ye shall receive.

Perry: What kind of man puts his job before his family?

Lois: Guess it would be bad form to skip dinner and just do this for a couple of hours?

Lois: Are you obsessing? Because usually when I kiss you, you're a little more focused.
Clark: Sorry. It's just all this talk about having kids.
Lois: All what talk? I got one stupid brochure from the Winky Tink school.

Lois: Tell you what. If I make it through the next two days alive, we’ll have a nice long talk.

Jack: Way to go, Jimbo.

Clark: Demolition man, huh? That must be a real tough job.
Jimmy: No tougher than having a family, right, dad?
Jack: Well, Jim . . . touché.

Jack: I just worry about you a lot and I can’t always be here to protect you.
Jimmy: Always, how about ever?

Tart: One question.
Travanion: Yes?
Tart: Do I get a raise?

Jimmy: I’m working as fast as I can. My algorithms suck.
Lois: Yeah . . . I hate a bad algorithm.

Lois: Okay . . . I’m reaching.

Clark: Wait a minute. You are Lois Lane, incisive, tenacious newswoman, and I'm the person always looking for the sunny side.
Lois: I've turned an emotional corner, sue me.

Jack: Spying takes time.

Jimmy: All right guy . . . I see you.
Jack: Terrific.

Tart: Why must violence always be the answer?

Clark: We’ve been bugged.

Perry: Land of the free, home of the "under surveillance."

Travanion: Now that’s how we open doors in my day.
Jack: Gee men really were men in those days.

Jack: I hope you never look into your son’s eyes and see fear like this.

Jack: Are you ready for a little Spy 101?

Travanion: What does that make me?
Lois: The only game in town. The man with all the secrets.

Superman: Jack? . . . Interesting.

Lois: You’re obsessing again.

Lois: And you think the same thing will be true for our child?

Lois: . . . Ben Hurr is President and I'm worm food! I'm getting married next week, why does this keep happening to me?

Clark: I need you.
Lois: So does he.
Clark: The feeling I keep having when I am around you- I just can't control.

H.G. Wells: The hardest thing about loving, it can be so fair to some and so cruel to others.

Lois: Sorry the secret identity got blown.
Superman: That’s all right . . . Honestly, I don't know how you thought a pair of glasses would keep people from recognizing me. That's kind of ridiculous.
Lois: Don’t get me started.

Tempus: You know, my stores are offering a great deal on a 12-clip automatic. 24 rounds with every purchase, and a free pair of sunglasses.

Superman: I knew it, I look stupid [in the costume].

Tempus: Who writes your diologue, Herb? You sound like the prisoner of Zenda.

Lois: How many people know you come from another planet?
Clark: What?
Lois: That you can bend steel in your bare hands, and leap tall buildings in a single bound?
Clark: Oh, God! Lana was right.
Lois: That you were raised by the Kents who found your spaceship in Kansas . . .
Clark: But I never listened . . . are you with the government?
Wells: Certainly not, my boy.

Tempus: I'm the bad guy . . . we always have a plan.

Clark: I ran into an old friend last night.
Lois: Who?
Clark: Lana Lang.
Lois: Oh, an old girlfriend.
Clark: Lois, you're getting that sound in your voice.
Lois: What sound?
Clark: That any second claws are going to pop out of your fingers. Phht, phht, phht. I'm going to have to get you a saucer of milk.
Lois: Meow!

Tempus: Hi Lois . . . Remember me? (takes off glasses) How about now? Private joke.

Lois: If he's anything like my Clark, he'll be inside making some lame excuse.

Perry: Where have you been? Honey, what happened to your hair?

Lana: No one will ever love you more than I do, and no one understands you better.

Lois: And, since I've been a little out of touch with things, I think I should work with a partner.
Perry: Partner? You?

Clark: I'm sorry, I just, I just have a lot of trouble believing all of this.
Lois: What? That Tempus is a criminal? That he's H.G. Wells? Or that we're from a parallel Metropolis?
Clark: No, that this other me flies around in tights.
Lois: Your mother made them for you.

Clark: This is the weirdest feeling. I know I shouldn't talk to you. I know that I should just walk away, but . . .
Lois: What?
Clark: I can't.

Lois: I'm not sure, but I think I hate her.

Tempus: Get away with what? Becoming mayor of Metropolis by murdering Perry White? Because somebody might stop me? Big, brawny, looks good in blue? Gee, if only I lived in a dimension with no Superman. Oh wait, duh, I do.

Lois: Stay calm. Stay calm. Okay, I'm high up, I'm blind, my hands are tied, the ledge is falling apart, okay panic.

Tempus: Herb, if I wanted to kill her, I'd beat her to death with a frozen lamb chop and then eat it with a nice Merlot.

Tempus: No, I want to torture her, send her into a spasm of sheer terror.
Wells: Why?
Tempus: Because it's good tv. It's fun for the whole family. And then there are those magic words guaranteed to make it a ratings bonanza, "Help, Superman, save me." Only this time, there's no Superman.
Tempus: Only thing that would ruin this would be a commercial.

Tempus: Now ask yourself, Herb, why is there no Superman here? Is it because this Clark lost his parents? Didn't have their loving support? Or is it because he was denied the daily impetus of being in love with a woman who's always throwing herself into death's jaws and screaming for . . .
Lois: Help!

Lois: But it's so much more than that. It's a symbol. You're making yourself into a beacon.
Clark: Are you always like this?
Lois: I'm sorry. I'm a little high-strung.
Clark: Lady, you're a Stradivarius.

Tempus: Ah, the heroine creates her hero. A mythically moving moment. Herb, am I still a man in your eyes if I weep?

Superman: Just because I'm not wearing my glasses, are you sure no one's gonna recognize me?
Lois: Positive.

Superman: Well, I've decided that I need. . . . No. I've decided that the world needs me.
Lana: Needs you to what? Model men's underwear? Bring capes back in fashion?

Superman: Honestly, I don't know how you thought a pair of glasses would keep people from recognizing me. It's kind of ridiculous.
Lois: Don't get me started.

Superman: I wish I felt half as bad about losing her as I do about losing you. What if I asked you to stay?
Lois: I can't.
Superman: But I'm not sure how to be this. You made it happen.
Lois: Well, all I did was help you make the right choice. You'll keep doing that. You just have to believe in yourself as much as I do.
Superman: Lois, I don't just need your help. I need you.
Lois: So does he.
Superman: What I'm trying to say . . . I know this sounds crazy, but I think I . . .
Lois: So does he.
Superman: Does he know what he has?
Lois: We both do.
Superman: We all do.

Wells: What do you think Shakespeare meant when he wrote, "In apprehension, how like a god?" It's not that gods are anxious about their responsibilities but, with such great weight, comes great understanding. Trust that, Clark. And trust that you've found your true destiny and that, in you, a once hopeless world has found its future.

Wells: He's quite a man, the Clark Kent of this world.
Lois: I just wish he didn't have to be alone.
Wells: The hardest lesson is that love can be so fair to some and so cruel to others. Even those who would be gods.

Lois: Clark, about Lana Lang.
Clark: Yeah?
Lois: Let's go ahead and invite her to the wedding. I think I have a pretty good idea about why it didn't work out between you two and why it'll always work with us. No matter how crazy the world gets.

Jimmy: You were in a mission for three years?!?
Lois: I was sick.
Perry: Too sick to make a phone call?
Herb: Coma . . . just came out of it yesterday. First thing she said to me was, 'Herby, get me to the Planet.' Naturally, I wondered what planet.

Lois: It's always something.

Clark: Well, you have to know Lana . . .
Lois: No. No, actually, I don’t.

Lois: Let me get this straight, you’re Superman, and your high school girl friend can push you around?

Lois: Oh my God . . . I’m dead!

Lois: Is it okay if I get a headache?

Tempus: TV is power.

Perry: I look like a Malovian Dan Rather.

Lana: Well, I guess she knows you so she ought to know me. I’m Lana Lang, Clark’s fiancée.

Lana: No one will ever love you more than I do.

Wells: Eureka!

Wells: Why?
Tempus: Because it’s good TV..

Clark: Secret identity? Is that why you bought the ski suit?

Clark: His mom made this for him?
Lois: Yeah.
Clark: Can you sew as well as she does?

Lois: Ugh . . . I gotta get out of here.

Lois: Always shows up just in the nick of time.

Superman: I knew it . . . I look stupid.

Tempus: Very good, Herb. With a mind like that you missed a great career in game shows.

Policeman: That’s . . . uh . . . ?
Lois: Superman.
Superman: Ah . . . Super . . . man.
Policeman: Superman?
Superman: See he thinks it’s stupid.

Superman: It’s this feeling that I have when I’m around you . . . I can’t control it.

Superman: Hello? . . . It’s for you, Lois.
Lana: That’s it!

Tempus: Out. I couldn’t possibly look any better.

Tempus: The enemy is an invading force of aliens from outer space.

Tempus: That’s right . . . Clark Kent . . . mild mannered reporter from a major metropolitan newspaper.

Tempus: What?
Wells: The bomb is going to explode.
Tempus: It’s ticking?
Wells: Yes.
Tempus: It’s going to explode?
Wells: I said that.
Tempus: Run!

Jimmy: The suit is great! Touch of the patriotic . . . lots of muscles . . . White! We gotta get you one of these.

Perry: So it’s with great anticipation I introduce another man . . . Clark Kent . . . AKA Superman.

Lois: I am this close to losing it.

Ellen: What nitwit ordered those?
Martha: This nitwit.

Lois: Look, my wedding is in three days, I have relatives flying in from all over the country, that is, assuming they can land, and we're tired, and we're wet, and I have a very loud voice.

Clark: So, I guess right about now he'd probably be saying how sorry he was to have left home because he missed out seeing his little girl grow up into the most lovely woman that anyone has ever seen.
Lois: And my mother would say it served him right. But then she'd admit that, if teaching their child the value of love was important, they'd done their job. And your parents would remind me that the son that came to them was the most special of gifts they now shared with me. And they'd ask me to protect him with all the strength he uses to protect others.

Lois: You're the man I never thought I'd meet.

Lois: Mom, Clark is the best thing in my life, and I almost missed him because I was too busy controlling-- my work, my feelings, everything. I got lucky -- he made me notice him.

Lois: Mother, not all aliens are bad, assuming there are such things.
Ellen: Of course they're bad. They eat your brains. I read the papers. They abduct women for bizarre sexual experiments.
Lois: Bizarre? Like what?

Ellen: (Shooting the Secret Service clone) Neat!

Lois: (Shooting the Secret Service clone) Quit it!

Jonathan: How will they ever find the time to have some kids?

Lois: You can't even see the pet store from this angle.
Clark: Sure you can, it's right here in the back ground . . . kind of fuzzy.
Lois: Look, there's Elvis, and Jimmy Hoffa, and the plot to Showgirls.

Special Agent Carrigan: Are you on any type of medication, ma'am?

Lois: Ahh!
Superman: What’s the matter?
Lois: Oh . . . you scared me.

Lois: And I just know that something bad is going to happen to mess up out wedding.

Lois: They’re dead!

Lois: See, I told you . . . it’s starting.
Superman: Lois, the only thing that’s starting . . . is this.

Lois: Well, I don’t care if they’ve put up tents, just get them out of there.

Lois: What do we do now?
Clark: We go to plan B . . . whatever that is.

Lois: She is going to drive me mad!

Lois: Perry, I need a story. Something big, complex, preferably out of the country.

Perry: I see she’s entered the manic stage.

Dr. M: You may have the exact face of the President, but you’ve got the exact brain of his cuff link.

Dr. M: In fact you are so exact that the President’s wife couldn’t tell you apart.
Clone President: What about when I burp?

Dr. M: I’m hungry, I’m a mutant, I have needs!

Lois: You are going to come in pretty handy.
Clark: You should see me take out the garbage.

Dr. M: Yes . . . yes, yes, yes . . . I am an idiot.

Lois: You want the Pulitzer. You want your wedding. Do you forget the Pulitzer? You do forget your wedding?

Lois: I never thought of myself as a honey.

Clark: Ummm, sweetheart. Darling. My little . . . tornado . . .
Lois: Oh, this is disgusting.

Lois: Exactly how guilty should I feel about this?
Clark: Not very, one slice of pepperoni pizza is only about 400 calories.
Lois: Not that . . . the fact that we’re eating it without parental supervision.

Clark: Now, I guess it’s the groom’s toast. I love you . . . Lois . . . I . . .
Lois: And I love you, Clark.

Clark: Stay here tonight, Lois . . . don’t do anything foolish . . . nothing foolish.

Lois: Just doing my job . . . not that foolish.

Lois: At 12:13 A.M., someone robbed Phil’s Exotic Pet Palace.
Dr. M: No! They sent you out on a story like that and pay you?

Dr. M: Do you know how to spell stupid? Y. O. U.

Lois: Threatening gifts, weird frogs, my fiancé is typhoon fighting in India, it’s not even eight o’clock . . . what’s next?

Ellen: Lois, I’m unreasonable and controlling, not blind.

Ellen: I just wanted your wedding to be perfect.
Lois: Well, I’m marrying the man I love . . . it is perfect.

Ellen: You are so manipulative.
Lois: Well, I learned from the best.

Clone CIA: Ask him? That would be very low on the idea meter.

Ellen: Lois, we’re going to pack our bags right now. We’re going to get a bus or a dog sled and get the hell out of dodge.

Dr. M: Lois, I insist you have dinner with me.

Clone President: Pretty cool, huh?

Superman: Lois, I sure hope you know what you’re doing.
Lois: Look at his lip. Does that look human to you?
Dr. M: You can’t even bleed properly.

Perry: Well, Lois being late, that’s a rule of nature.

Clark: Oh boy, here it comes.
Guy: She slugged a security guard, she’s in jail and they won’t hear bail till Monday.
Ellen: Your sister will be the death of me.

Clark: The only thing we have to do today, is get married.

Perry: Great! I’ve been to enough weddings where I know exactly what to say . . . sort of . . . well . . . I’ll just wing it.

Clark: I Clark, take thee, Lois, to love, honor and cherish for as long as I live.
Lois: I, Lois, take thee, Clark, to love, honor, and cherish for as long as I live.

Perry: By the power invested in me by the First Church of Blue Suede Deliverance, I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.

Clark: Just think, this time tomorrow we’ll be in Hawaii.
Clois: Maybe we can just stay there.
Clark: You want it, you got it.

Clois: Stand by to be stunned.

Jimmy: One thing about Lois's brain is that it sure is filled with a lot of you.
Clark: You know how, when the holidays come up, and you're all excited about making your house just explode with warmth and love? So you, you go out, and you buy a new box of lights, and you hang em on the tree, and you're just waiting for that burst of warmth and love, and then you plug em in and then . . . nothing happens.
Jonathan: Nothing happens?
Clark: Nothing.
Jonathan: No sparks? No flickering? No electricity at all?
Clark: The power is out.
Martha: The two of you have more electricity than anyone I've ever seen, and I think we've pretty much beaten this metaphor to death.

Lex: No. You don't make deals with me, frog-eater.

Clois: Are you ignoring me??? I hate that!

Lex: Now, go make Clark happy.
Clois: But I don’t like him, all those muscles. He’s not my type.
Lex: You don't have a type! You've been alive for nine days!

Clark: We've been waiting and waiting for this night to happen and it was supposed to be one of the most exciting and memorable nights of our lives!
Lois: You mean it wasn't?
Clark: You fell asleep.

Lex: . . . the sultry curl of your lip.
Lois: It's nausea.

Lois: You're insane.
Lex: You're melting already.

Clois: Don't be ridiculous! If I give you the gun, I can't shoot Lois! Duh!

Clark: When did you last see her?
Lex: Outside a bank. She'd just kicked me in the jaw.
Clark: That's Lois.
Lex: She's an amazing woman. I've never known anyone like her.
Clark: Fearless!
Lex: Stupidly so at times.
Clark: I try to get her to take it easy but . . .
Lex: She won't listen. And when she's sad and she cries . . .
Clark: You wanna die.
Lex: Tell me about it. I'll help you find her, Kent. In this one instance, you can trust me.

Clois: I'm totally and completely tired of you controlling me. It's totally and completely unfair!

Clark: Hello, Mrs. Kent.

Clark: We have been through so much to get to this place . . . but none of that matters . . . it’s perfect.
Clois: Are you as tired as I am?

Clark: I’m not that tired.

Lex: The whole time I was away I was consumed by the memory of your beauty, but I assure you . . . the memory did not do you justice.

Clois: Hi, would you like some coffee? I know you like coffee, it’s one of the many things I know about you.

Clois: That’s another thing, I canceled the hotel in a Hawaii.
Clark: What!!!

Clark: Lois, are you all right?

Lex: Let’s make a deal. I’ll lower your gag, but if you so much as breath the name, Superman, I’ll paralyze your vocal chords. Can’t get much fairer than that.

Lois: Lex, they’re scouring the country for you. Your only chance is to turn yourself in, and finish your time.
Lex: I was doing a double live sentence.
Lois: You can catch up on your reading.

Lois: Lex, is this who Clark married?

Clois: I’m the one who wrote the checks that had you made. I am God. God will smite you down.
Clois: What’s smite mean?

Jimmy: Did you know Lois was writing a novel? ‘The True and Amazing Adventures of Wanda Detroit’.

Clark: Well, if is makes you happy, it makes me happy.

Clark: We’re okay, right?
Clois: What make you ask that? I am making you happy? You are happy?
Clark: Yes . . . except for one thing.

Clark: You want Superman here?
Clois: I sure do.
Clark: Okay, well, lets just see if I can get a hold of him.

Clois: I’m Mrs. Superman! I can have anything I want. Cool!

Lex: I had that outfit made for you when we were planning our wedding. I’m very pleased you decided to wear it.
Lois: You were threatening me with a hypodermic needle, it seemed like the thing to do.

Lex: An empire of pure evil.

Lex: Eventually you’ll acclimate yourself to the seductive misuse of power.

Lex: You’ll be by my side, Lois. Where you’ve always belonged . . . forever.

Jonathan: Ah . . . you and Lois had a fight?

Lois: I’ve had two hundred million dollars sitting around and never knew about it?

Clois: I have a secret! Well, actually, it’s not my secret, it’s someone else’s. But it’s super cool. If you know what I mean.

Lex: Loose lips sink ships.

Lex: Wretched, wretched creature.

Clois: Honey! Honey! I need two dollars for frozen yogurt.

Clois: You never have any time for me! Maybe I should just move to LA and become a supermodel.

Clois: Nothing personal, there’s just not enough room in the world for both of us.

Wanda: That’s my name, Detroit . . . Wanda Detroit. Pleased to meet you sugar.

Clois: I have been shopping all day. Clark doesn’t understand what hard work that is.

Clois: Jimmy, have I ever told you how attractive you are?

Clark: Didn’t Lois break her right ankle on that trip?
Perry: She sure did. I had to carry her off that mountain . . . the language that came out of that women’s mouth . . .

Clark: You are not my wife!

Wanda: My life reads like a bad novel.

Wanda: I’m poison. Trouble sticks to me like stink on old fish. Do yourself a favor . . . forget me.

Clois: Let go of me.

Lex: What have you done with her?
Clois: I lost her.

Clois: What do you think I am? That wimp, Lois Lane? I’m a girl who gets what she wants. And I want Clark.

Red: Let me get you a brew, Wanda.
Wanda: Sure, what’s another nail in the coffin?

Wanda: I was stupid. I made a fool of myself over . . . him.

Wanda: I always thought of men as paper napkins. You pig out, clean up the mess and toss them.

Wanda: Funny . . . I can’t picture him. All I see in my head are a bunch of words.

Clark: Do you know how easily I could kill you?
Lex: Probably.
Clark: Probably not.

Clark: Lois, would move heaven and earth to contact me, I know Lois.

Clark: Lois is somewhere acting like the heroine from her secret novel?

Wanda: Honkey tonk bars, and blues guitars . . . story of my life.

Wanda: Who are you?
Clois: Oh, like you don’t know. We have the same boyfriend.
Wanda: Look, kid, I doubt we draw from the same date pool.

Wanda: I sure hope this isn’t a dream.
Lex: It’s a dream come true.

Wanda: I’m safe now, with Lex.

Wanda: I had doubts, but I was afraid to disappoint you, our parents, I couldn’t face you, that’s why I hid here, pretending to be Wanda. But the truth is, I’m just not the type to get married.

Wanda: I don’t love you.

Clois: Well, I guess it’s just you and me.

Lex (to Superman): Now, tell me, be honest, isn't one of us without the other incomplete, almost unnecessary? Or am I all alone here?

Lex: If I'm going down, then I'm taking everyone with me.

Lois clone (eating a frog): Oh, this gross you out? I'm sorry, but I think I need the vitamins.

Clois: Clark, I've got this whole speech memorized, so it would just be sorta nice if I could sorta go in order.

Wanda: Well, I never pictured myself as a blonde, but, what the hell, my life can't be any crazier than it already is.

Wanda: Just like that, boom, I'm a blonde? It's easier than dying your roots.

Lex: So, I wonder. Can you beg for your life? No. Too un-Superman. I understand.

Lex: You know, it occurs to me, Martha, that, if I'd had a mother as loving as you, I might be a better person. Thank God I didn't.

Clois: Okay. Speech, adios!

Clark: Just don't kill anybody over it, okay?
Clois: Oh my God, that was two days ago. You have got to let things go!

Clois: Well, I've been thinking . . . again.

Jimmy: If it ain't one thing with you guys, it's another!

Clois: You have to admit. The whole package, it doesn't totally suck!

Lex: I was wrong, there is no reversal. You will die a soulless, paper-thin shell who will be forgotten faster than you ever lived.

Clois: I want to talk to Clark alone--SUBTLE HINT!

Dr. Klein: I think I'll go dissect something.

Jimmy: Here's the file, CK, and it's not exactly legal to have these. Oh, hi officer.

Martha: Who you are has nothing to do with how long you've been here. It has to do with who you touch, and how.

Clois: Will you help me . . . maybe meet somebody like you?
Clark: Sure.
Clois: Do you think he’ll be able to fly?

Wanda: Oh, I hate when people tell me their dreams . . . at least I think I do.

Wanda: Kent, why is this happening to us?
Lex: We’re simply too good for this world.

Superman: I’m an idiot.

Lex: Look, but don’t touch or . . . boom!

Lex: There’s nothing more painful than unrequited hate.

Superman: You are sicker than I ever imagined.

Superman: Do that and this is war.
Lex: Well then . . . this is war!

Klein: Fortunately the Clone fought him off, if you can imagine.

Clois: Well, I’m really, really, really sorry that I tried to kill Lois, I know that that was really wrong . . . but I’m only nine days old.

Clois: How come there’s so much about me that I don’t know?

Clois: Pretty cool, huh?
Clark: Yeah, not bad.

Clois: Do you love me?
Clark: Don’t take this the wrong way, but . . . no.

Wanda: It still doesn’t feel right.
Lex: Well, maybe it will . . . once you’ve done it.

Wanda: Hey boys . . . I’m flat. Either of you good with your hands?

Lex: We don’t have a lot of time, my dear. If you’re having a crisis of conscience you’d better do it somewhere else.

Lex: Well?
Wanda: It’s kind of exciting.

Lex: It was Clark that got the doctor to create the clone that’s trying to kill you.
Wanda: Oh . . . her.

Lex: Now my dear, do you know the Greek definition of ‘seconds’?
Wanda: Nick, give me another slovakey?

Lex: I’ll give my freedom, my future, my life for you.

Lex: Time for phase two.

Clois: Would it be the worst thing in the world if you never saw Lois again?

Lex: You will be quite dead by Friday.

Clois: Superman . . . he’s really . . . Clark Kent.
Lex: Oh . . . my . . . god.

Lex: Never trust anyone.

Lex: I’ll take it.

Clois: Your mom’s a great person . . . I can see why you turned out the way you did.

Clois: I, uh . . . did . . . something . . . bad.

Clois: I told him that . . . I told him that you were Superman.

Lex: Well, Clark. All the years we’ve know each other, you’ve been keeping a secret . . . is that any way to treat you’re best enemy?

Clark: I beg you.

Lex: Believe me, no one treasures life more that I do.

Wanda: Luthor? Who’s Luthor?

Lex: Wanda! Shoot him!
Wanda: I . . . I can’t.

Lex: Learn this now, I love you, but don’t ever stand between me and what I want.

Clois: I did good, didn’t I?

Lex: And you said I couldn’t love . . . how little you understood me. How little anyone ever did.

Lois: I’m sorry, do I know you?
Clark: Yeah.
Lois: What’s your name?
Clark: Clark.

Jimmy: C.K., you know that there's a chance, slim, that Lois might not recover.
Clark: No, Jimmy, there is no chance of that. None.

Lois: I think I remember wanting to fly. I wanted to feel safe, up and away from all the confusion down here. I still have dreams about flying over the city. Actually, they seem more like memories.

Lois: I feel like Nancy Drew, whoever that is.

Lois: First, I break in. Now, I'm about to go through this man's office. How can something so wrong feel so right?

Lois: You're giving me that look.
Clark: What look?
Lois: That Lois-has-gone-off-the-deep-end-in-pursuit-of-an-angle look.
Clark: I just don't think we should rush into anything.
Lois: Well, sometimes you have to rush.
Clark: And sometimes you have to be careful.
Lois: I am careful.
Clark: You are never careful.
Lois: And you always walk on eggshells.
Clark: Well, I'm just trying to be thorough.
Lois: What, I'm not?
Clark: Why did you say that?
Lois: Say what?
Clark: That I always walk on eggshells. You said that I always walk on eggshells. How would you know I always do anything unless you remembered that I do?
Lois: I don't know. I don't know how I know. I know. I just know that this conversation is driving me nuts. Goodnight.
Clark: The sign! Yes! Thank you! Thank you!

Lois: I always knew I was meant to fly.
Superman: Yes, Lois, you were.
Lois: You seem very sure.
Superman: I am.
Lois: You're the strongest man in the world, but there's such gentleness in your eyes.

Clark: My advice -- seize the moment, Chief, because you never know when your relationship's gonna get hit with a busted-up wedding, a psychopathic killer, amnesia, or multiple personalities. Go to dinner, Chief.
Perry: You've seen it all, haven't you, son?
Clark: I hope so. What else could there be?

Clark: I'm always thinking of you . . . I mean, you always keep me thinking.

Deter: You remind me of someone.
Lois: Who?
Deter: Someone I’ve always dreamed of meeting.

Lois: I guess if you’re going to be crazy, this is the place to be.

Clark: Lois, I doubt Dr. Deter refers to his patients as ‘crazy'.
Deter: You kidding? All the time.

Homer: Maybe some morning you and I could split a prune danish?
Lois: If you play your cards right.

Perry: Oh, the mayor thinks he can send his ‘hatchet’ man in here.
Clark: She’s fairly attractive for a ‘hatchet’ man.

Policeman: You’re average drive-by doesn’t usually involve a rocket propelled grenade.

Deter: I’m going to try and get inside your mind and find the seed of your memory. Together we can make that seed blossom.

Lois: I’ve been going through this paper they say I write for. The front page is pretty good . . . the metro section is okay, but the movie critic . . . who does he think he is? Oh, no offense, he’s probably a friend of yours . . . oh, he’s probably a friend of mine too.
Clark: Actually, he doesn’t have any friends.

Clark: I gotta go.
Lois: Where?
Clark: There’s this regatta thing down by the harbor.
Lois: A regatta? At night?
Clark: Yeah. It’s a . . . night . . . regatta thing.

Elias: This is the Hangman.

Clark: Let’s see . . . wedding? Funeral? Or job interview?
Perry: Hey, do I need an excuse to look good?

Lois: Superman? That is who you are? . . . I saw your picture in the paper.

Lois: Ah, you’re just like Clark.
Superman: You think so?

Deter: Superman what are you doing here?
Superman: I just dropped by to see Lois.
Deter: You’re not on her approved list of visitors.
Superman: I’m Superman.
Deter: I see, and therefore you are above rules? You might want to explore this need to dominate others.

Lois: Boys!

Superman: Time to take out the trash.

Deter: Was it what you wanted?
Lois: No . . . I wanted a plane.
Deter: Oh, you like model planes?
Lois: No real planes . . . I wanted a 727.

Lois: Who am I?

Clark: She told you about that?
Deter: She tells me everything.

Clark: I’m am expert about Lois.
Deter: Without proper treatment, there is no Lois.

Deter: Until further notice, I can’t allow her to have visitors.

Elias: Lois . . . Lois . . . your treatment is coming along very well.

Superman: Lois.
Lois: Superman?
Superman: Do you need a lift?
Lois: Do you have a car?

Lois: Thank you . . . for everything.

Clark: Yo, Jimbo! Beautiful day . . . incredible.
Jimmy: CK are you all right?
Clark: Lois thinks I’m a jerk!

Perry: Clark, I need your advice, my personal life is a mess.
Clark: Well, if you don’t mind the blind leading the blind.

Clark: Maybe Dr. Mendehal can help?
Lois: But he’s the one that wants me to sing the Battle Hymn of the Republic . . . he’s the one with the binoculars!

Lois: Lois Lane, Clark Kent . . . we’re partner’s at the Planet. I like spicy Chinese food!

Lois: Oh, and one more thing, I think I’m in love.
Clark: I know you’re in love.
Lois: Is it that obvious?
Clark: Yes.
Lois: Well don’t say anything, I haven’t told him yet
Clark: Him?
Lois: The man who through me a life line and pulled me back in . . . Dr. Maxwell Deter.

Dr. Deter: There is a light at the end of the tunnel. It's just a very long tunnel.

Jimmy: Here's all your stories, BCK and WCK.
Lois: BCK?
Jimmy: Before Clark Kent.
Lois: And with Clark Kent.

Lois: It is Jimmy, right?
Jimmy: Yeah.
Lois: Jimmy Carter?
Jimmy: No. Ah, Jimmy Olsen.
Lois: Sorry, bad reception. I think I've still got some wires crossed. You know, yesterday, I could have sworn that, sometime within the last year, I was abducted by aliens.

Rowena Johnson: Usually, what you're waiting for isn't worth the wait. (To Clark) Haven't you noticed that?

Perry: Just take your cue from the master of cool here, huh? Slow and easy.
(Lois and Deter walk in).
Lois: Perry, Jimmy, Clark, I quit.
Jimmy: You what?
Lois: I need to get away so that I can totally recover.
Deter: We're leaving the country.
Clark: No, no, you can't.
Lois: We're going to the South of France. Max has a home there, and he thinks that one-on-one intensive therapy. . . .
Perry: (Lunging at Deter) What are you doing, you little brainsucker?
Clark: Lois, listen to me.
Lois: No, I know what's best for me.
Perry: Hey, what's the deal here?
Jimmy: Chief, calm down.
Perry: No, the gates are up, and this calamity train is gonna stop now.
Jimmy: Breathe or something.
Clark: Lois, I can't let you go, not this time.
Deter: Clark, you have no choice in this.
Clark: Deter, trust me on this, you have no idea who you're talking to.

Lois: (Referring to Superman) Is he in love with me too?
Clark: Well, it's kind of complicated.

Clark: I gotta go.
Lois: You’re always leaving.
Clark: And I always come back.

Clark: And do you remember this? (He slips the ring on her finger).
Lois: I do.

Deter: What do you want to do?
Johnson: Blow up the earth.
Deter: What’s your second choice?

Johnson: ‘Hold for museum of crime,' ha! I think not, psycho nutbag poser!

Deter: Very good, you’ve had some therapy I see?

Deter: Superman, I can’t help feeling a little like Lex Luthor here. What is it you suspect me of?

Lois: Thanks to Max. He’s sort of been my own private Superhero, saving my life one memory at a time.

Superman: Uh, I’ve got to go.
Lois: Now that seems familiar.

Lois: My feelings for you . . . are they wrong?
Deter: There’s no wrong, Lois, there’s only . . . need.

Deter: That sounds exciting.
Johnson: Oh, way past exciting . . . deep into mind numbing.

Perry: You sure you’re telling me the whole story?

Clark: Yeah, but how would want to blow all that up?
Lois: Suppose we go find out?
Perry: Lois, honey, you already got an assignment.
Lois: Thanks Perry, but I have a feeling dog food shows were never my style.

Clark: Maybe she can.
Deter: She can’t.
Clark: Look, I’ve known Lois for a long time.
Deter: I’ve known her since as long as she can remember.
Clark: I’m her partner!
Deter: I’m her doctor!

Lois: So we put Bad Brain in jail?
Clark: Right.
Lois: And this crazy couple broke him out of jail, killed him and used his death machine to kidnap me and hold me prisoner to lure Superman to their museum where they were going to keep us trapped for all time?
Clark: You remember that?
Lois: A little, but I can’t figure out where the chariot race fits in.
Clark: The what?
Lois: The chariot race. You know, some guy with spikes in his spokes was tearing up the other guys wheels.
Clark: Lois, that was a Charleton Heston movie.
Deter: The Ten Commandments.
Clark: Ben Hur.
Lois: Who her?
Clark: Ben.
Deter: No, ten!
Lois: Ben?
Clark: Hur.
Lois: Her what?
Deter: Commandments.
Lois: Her commandments?
Deter: You see what you’ve done, you’ve confused her.
Clark: No. Look, Ben Hur was the chariot race, the Ten Commandments was the Red Sea and neither one actually happened to you.
Lois: But Soylent Green is people, right?

Lois: But Charleton Heston was president?
Deter: See what this is doing to her?
Clark: Actually, she’s right . . . he was, in an alternate dimension.
Deter: You know, Clark, maybe you could use a little couch time.

Mrs. Johnson: What happened to my Mixmaster?
Johnson: I needed a switch.

Johnson: I needed a carrot cake for my taxidermy potluck!

Mrs. Johnson: Everyone except me is an idiot.

Klein: You didn’t find yourself prone to suggestion? Suddenly waking up listening to a love song on the radio, lips and arms wrapped around a lab chimp? Or something?
Lois: Who are you again?
Klein: Dr. Klein. Superman’s friend.

Lois: Clark, was I prone to life and death jeopardy?
Clark: You remember that?

Mrs. Johnson: You wouldn’t want a lard filled log would you?

Mrs. Johnson: Didn’t I hear that you two were supposed to be...?

Lois: Well, that was pointless . . . long, but pointless.

Clark: Where to next?
Deter: I have a thought on that.
Clark: Oh joy.

Clark: Okay, that’s it! Deter, back it up!

Lois: Just tell me! There’s something with us, isn’t there?
Clark: Yes.
Lois: Something big?
Clark: You could say that.
Lois: Well, what?
Clark: Uh, why don’t you have a piece of chocolate? Cause you always calm down when you have a little chocolate.

Lois: Clark, whatever it is, it can’t be worse than what I’m imagining. Am I dying? Did I kill somebody? Tell me!
Clark: I can’t!
Lois: You will!
Clark: I love you.
Lois: What?
Clark: I love you.
Lois: Do I love you?
Clark: Yeah. We were going to get married and then . . .
Lois: No!
Clark: I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. . .
Lois: How could I love you? I don’t even know you!

Lois: He kissed me.
Deter: He kissed you?
Lois: And then I felt something. Something way more than partners.

Smith: Tell me what I'm supposed to do.
Deter: What do you want to do?
Smith: Blow up the earth.
Deter: What's your second choice.
Smith: Make my mother love me.
Deter: We can't make anybody do anything, we can only present opportunities that people choose to acknowledge or not.
Smith: I have a huge opportunity for her.
Deter: Then give her the gift of your love, with love anything's possible.
Smith: You think so? I mean, you really think so?
Deter: I know so. If I've learned anything about love, it's about saying to yourself, be brave, you can do it. Good luck. Okay? Gotta go.

Deter: You know only one truth now: You love only me.
Lois: Only you . . .

Jimmy: This guy's bed side manners include breakfast in the morning.
Perry: Zip it Jimmy!

Lois: I remember . . . Superman, saving me . . . a lot.

Perry: And you! Get the hell out of my newsroom!

Mrs. Johnson: What is with that tuxedo? You look like a dead band leader.

Lois: Go to France?

Deter: Mrs. Johnson, your son is severly disturbed.
Mrs. Johnson: Tell me something I don’t know.

Mrs. Johnson: What have you got to say about that?
Lois: Help? Help . . . Help Superman! Help!

Lois: Clark.
Superman: No, Lois, it’s Superman.
Lois: No, Clark, I know.
Superman: Are you saying . . .
Lois: Hold that thought . . . Doctor, I think our time is just about over.

Lois: I’m back!

Lois: I remember my life before you, when being alone is what I thought I wanted and I remember my life after you, when I realized loving you is what I really wanted.

Clark: You got elected with that hair?
Lois: I was stuck in my Charlie's Angels phase. Everybody was.

Clark: Will the future Mrs. Kent and her alter-ego Lois Lane accept an apology and dinner?
Lois: Only if Mr. Kent and his alter-ego provide the flight.
(Later)
Lois: The four of us make a great team . . . we should double-date more often.

Perry: Well when the rooster crows "cock-a-doodle-do" I want everyone off their kiester, out of the bunk house and pullin' their own weight. AR RIGHT YOU LITTLE DOGGIES . . . MOVE 'EM OUT!

Lois: Clark, this is Dick. Dick, Clark.

Clark: You're in my dreams like a touchdown pass, and I can't help noticing you have a great . . .
Lois (grabs yearbook): Give me that!

Superman: I look like . . . Mighty Mouse!

Lois: I'm attached to Lois Lane.
Clark: Me, too.
Lois: You, too, what?
Clark: I'm attached to Lois Lane. I fell in love with her. I admire her. I depend on her. I'm not asking for any changes, am I?
Lois: No.
Clark: If something's important to you, then it's important to me. We're in this together.

Lois: Well, I guess that fortune teller was right about there being a 'little Kent' in my future.

Lois: He's going through that 'Urban Cowboy' phase.

Lois: Don't ask me to walk away from you, I don't know how to do that!

Annette: Whatever Lolo wants, Lolo gets. NOT ANYMORE!

Annette: I hate when tiny people beg.

Annette: Make room for little Richard!

Clark: I'll take care of the cat. I'm . . . a Navy Seal!

Lois: Just how dead-set are you on me changing my last name to Kent?
Clark: Well . . .
Lois: Because you know it is my professional name and marrying you is a HUGE part of my life, don't get me wrong but, you know, there is THIS, and you know I don't think I'll feel one bit less married to you by holding on to a name that has taken me really . . . YEARS to establish . . . of course you have tradition on your side but you know I've never understood why women have to do all the changing you know they change their name when they get married they change their body when they have a baby . . .
Clark: Lois.
Lois: Yes?
Clark: Next time . . . de-caf for you.

Dr. Klein: His work was funded by a . . . a . . . well, a large cosmetics firm.
Lois: A cosmetics firm?
Dr. Klein: Well, ya know, they're always trying to shrink something.
Lois: She owns a cosmetic company.
Dr. Klein: Oh, I see.
Lois: None of us were friends with her in high school and suddenly she's comforting Julie and calling me and he said he didn't wanna keep her waiting for lunch. Joe was having lunch with Annette!
Dr. Klein: He was.
Lois: And the exterminator from Snoil pest control . . . Snoil spelled backwards is Lions . . . we were the Lions RRRRRRRRRRRR. Dr. Klien, I know how to get those research notes!
(Superman flies in with a note and drops it on Dr. Klien's desk)
Dr. Klein: Lois, it's too dangerous . . . stay put until you hear from me.
Lois: He always says that . . . and I never listen.

Lois: Perry there's a connection between some no-shows at my reunion.
Perry: Now, what makes you think that?
Lois: Well, they weren't there.
Perry: How are they connected?
Lois: Well, they weren't there.
Perry: Why weren't they there?
Lois: I don't KNOW . . . they weren't there!
Perry: Oh boy! That's a story just cryin' out to be told!

Lois: Well of course I’m alarmed! The world needs Superman . . . I need Superman.

Clark: I’d just walked out of the shower and in walked this exterminator guy looking for rats.
Lois: Are you kidding? Did he see anything?
Clark: No, I was wearing a towel.

Clark: Lois, you just got your memory back. I just got you back. I may never let you go again.

Lois: The one day in my life that I wear polyester and it’s captured on film forever.

Lois: I was also in my dating quarterbacks phase.

Annette: Oh, that sounded so sincere, must you be so small? Oops . . . tasteless question.

Clark: You must have been one of her good friends?
Annette: Oh, no, no . . . we barely spoke.

Joe: Who’s that guy you’re with?
Lois: Oh, he’s my fiancé, Clark.
Joe: Hang on to him, Lois. You don’t know what’s coming ‘till they’re gone.

Joe: Superman? Where did you . . .?
Superman: Well, I’m always sort of nearby. Lois and I are . . . friends.

Perry: Don’t fight her, Clark, when a pitbull gets a hold of a bone it won’t let it go.
Clark: Tell me about it.

Jimmy: You called my queen?
Lois: Yeah, be a prince.

Lois: Wow . . . Lois . . . Kent . . .
Clark: Lois Kent.
Lois: It’s just the first time I’ve ever seen those two names put together in that way.

Clark: ‘For the man in love.’

Lois: One latte, double sugar, lumped fat full.

Jimmy [coming up on Lois and Clark kissing]: Guys.
Clark: Nice timing.

Annette: Hans! When madam is savoring her triumphs, madam does not wish to be disturbed.

Clark: Are we cooking Cajun again? I brought a nice bottle of wine that will go great with a blackened lasagna.

Clark: This shirt seems all stretched out.
Lois: Not that I’m all that domestic, but do shirts stretch?

Lois: This started yesterday and you didn't tell me? What were you thinking?!
Clark: I was thinking 'don't tell Lois, she'll only get upset!'

Superman: Go ahead Dr. Klein, you can be blunt.
Klein: Think of yourself as a snowman . . . as a snowman melts it has less and less to protect it from the effects of the sun. Before you know it, you’re nothing more than a puddle with a corn cob pipe. Too blunt! Too blunt. I knew it. You can see why I don’t do clinical work.

Lois: I swear I won’t ask a lot of questions. When will Dr. Klein get back to you? When will you have any answers? Why would you think I’d ask a lot of questions?

Lois: Clark, ask me to scour the earth. Wake up every cop. Ask any questions. But please don’t ask me to walk away from you. I don’t know how to do that.

Lois: Clark, please forgive me, I tried to do what you asked. Maybe not hard enough, but I did try.

Lois: It wasn’t cologne, it was shampoo.

Lois and Superman: You are so stubborn!

Klein: I’m under so much pressure. I have this enormous responsibility. If the world knew he was shrinking!
Lois: Klein! Pull it together!

Man: Who are you?
Superman: I’m . . . a Navy Seal.

Annette: Lonely Lois . . . need a hug?

Superman: Do you know what’s great about you?
Lois: Sure, but you could repeat it again.

Lois: I am not an oak! I am free!

Dr. Klein: The name's Klein. Bernard Klein. You know, like James Bond. Bond, James Bond.

Clark: But you said you really like this place.
Lois: Well, I like the Grand Canyon, but I don't want to buy it.

Lois: Okay, let's find your fake bug on a hook.

Lois: When I say spontaneous, I mean putting the coleslaw actually on the pastromi sandwich.

Clark: You're asking us to trust you. How do we know that you're not agents of this "Lord Nor" yourselves?
Lois: Yeah . . . YEAH . . . yeah, it's not like you've been the souls of honesty yourselves. Good Clark!

Clark: So, barring any further bouts of amnesia, or shrinking, or cloning, or Kryptonite, or time travel, or voodoo, I say we get married sooner rather than later.

Lois: Who do you think they are?
Clark: I have no idea. I was the unconscious one on the floor, remember?

Ching: Maybe I should have left a trail of breadcrumbs . . .

Ching: He'd probably put that ridiculous suit of his on backwards if it wasn't for her.

Clark: When I was growing up, my home meant permanence, a place to be safe. My life, it's so chaotic now, going from disaster to disaster. I just always dreamed of having my own real home.
Lois: When I was a kid, home was where mom was in the lounge chair getting drunk, and daddy was in the backyard burning steaks, and trying to explain what he was doing kissing Mrs. BelCanto in the church parking lot. Permanence wasn't so permanent at my house.
Clark: Lois, you and I are going to be as permanent as permanent can be.
Lois: So, I guess I should stop running?
Clark: I won't burn the steaks. I promise.
Lois: Forget the steaks. Just don't be kissing Mrs. BelCanto.

Clark: I have to go.
Lois: The voice you just heard, was it. . . .
Clark: A bridge collapsed.
Lois: Oh good. I, I mean . . .

Zara: But what I'm talking about is more important than two people's love.
Lois: I've always thought that was the most important thing there was.

Lois: You're asking me to sacrifice everything for a world I'll never see.
Zara: I'm asking you to save a world that is robbing us both of the men we love.

Lois: Lieutenant, without kindness, what is your homeland worth? Without love, what are your lives worth?

Superman: Emerson said, "Self trust is the essence of heroism." Inside each of you is a hero. And, so I leave, knowing that a world full of heroes has nothing to fear.

Ching: Two guesses as to what this is. It rhymes with kryptonite. Lois, no helping!

Ching: I sense . . . you're attracted to how tight his clothing is across the muscles of his posterior!

Superman: Gustav Holst wrote The Planets, and there are nine planets, and the square root of nine is three, and two times three is six, and Saturn is the sixth planet, and it has rings just like the Daily Planet logo . . .

Lois: Every villian in the universe seems to operate out of Metropolis. For once I just wish we could have a villian in Maui, or Aspen . . . Monti Carlo.

Zara: Well, on New Krypton, no one is crazy about anything.
Clark: That's too bad. Because as loud and cluttered and sloppy as this world is, it's also full of passion and feelings . . . like I have for Lois. And feeling like that . . . that is the greatest thing that there is.
Zara: And it's a selfish thing. Certainly for people with noble blood.
Clark: This thing that I have with Lois, it's the kind of thing you never, ever let go of because it is one of the few perfect things in this world. And I value that above all else. Above my own life.

Ching: No situation comedies or fast food restaurants there, Clark.

Lois: Clark, this is your heritage . . . Earth is your home. Isn't it enough that you help millions of people here that count on you? Not to mention the one person that really counts on you . . . me.

Clark: Worthy of what?
Zara: Worthy of your heritage, Clark. Worthy of marriage . . . to me.
Clark: Whoa . . . what are you saying? That we're supposed to get married?
Zara: No, I'm saying that we already are.

Clark: I'm not drifting anywhere. I told Zara I'm not going.
Lois: Well, I wish that sounded more convincing.
Clark: Huh, that's what she said.
Lois: Well, it's nice to know I have something in common with the Missus.
Clark: Lois.
Lois: I'm sorry, it bugs me. You've had two weddings and only the one to her is real.

Lois: And Ching, you are . . .
Ching: Lieutenent, bodyguard, and defender to the death of Lady Zara.
Lois: Uh huh. Well, listen. See, I know what it is you want from Clark and frankly, I think you've got a lot of nerve.
Ching: Thank you.

Lois: I just don't see what any of this has to do with you.
Clark: That's why they're here. They expect me to go back with Zara . . . and rule over New Krypton.

Lois: You're asking me to sacrific everything . . . for a world I'll never see.
Zara: I'm asking you to save a world that is robbing us BOTH of the men we love.

Lois: So, Sarah . . . oh . . . Zara . . . all this time I thought you were just this shy, awkward girl working in research.
Zara: Yes.
Lois: I used to tease Clark that you might have a little crush on him. Didn't I, Clark? And he'd say 'oh, Lois, you're being silly' and we'd laugh . . . hehehe . . . that was of course before we realized that you were married to him.
Zara: So, Kal-El has told you.
Lois: Oh, yes, yes, everything . . . not telepathically of course . . . the old-fashioned way . . . you know . . . ah.

Lois: And Miss Krypton...
Clark: Zara.
Lois: . . .is of course a big wig too.
Clark: Uh huh.
Lois: No she's not. SHE'S A WACKO! CLARK, you don't actually believe any of this?
Clark: Lois, I was on their space-craft . . . you saw them fly. You tell me.
Lois: Oh, well, yeah, you're right. There was the flying, wasn't there? Oh, GOD.

Clark: Well, in Kryptonian logic, they had to know if I was up to the task.
Lois: Yeah, well, I guess it would take a special guy to shuck his adoring parents and the woman he loves for a life of loneliness and violence and possible death on some space rock. Maybe I'm missing the big picture.

Lois: Yeah, well, us Earth women . . . we get mighty cranky about losing our husbands.

Tez: Superman. What an arrogant name you've taken.

Tez: I can be his equal. What is his, I will make mine!

Lois: I can't even write you.
Clark: I don't know if I can do this.
Lois: (takes a deep breath, fighting down her tears) You can.
Clark: What I want to do is just take you in my arms, and fly away.
Lois: From what? Yourself? Your destiny? I will be here, waiting for you, Clark. And if you can return, you will.

Jonathan: I do know one thing, son, and that is you are here for a reason.

Clark: I have loved you from the beginning.
Lois: And I'll love you 'til the end.
Clark: In my heart, I am your husband.
Lois: And I'm your wife.
Clark: Always.

Lois: It's over . . . everything's over . . . I shouldn't have let him go!
Jonathan: Lois, you too will find a way. Dearest Lois, a love that risks nothing is worth nothing.

Perry: Stop looking at me as if you're from outer space.

Lois: Clark, ask me to scour the earth, wake up every cop, knock on every door . . . but please, don't ask me to walk away from you. I don't know how to do that.