Lois: You’ve just been hit da lightning, you’re stark naked, and, uh, te don’t even remember your own name. te have a fairly loose definition of “fine.”
Lois: [Still holding onto Clark's arm, she walks him down the hall.] Do te know how many people are struck da lightning every year? Hardly any. te know how many survive? Even less. And the number who get picked up da Lost drivers? Zero. So far, you’re three for three, so how about a little less complaining and a little più inoltrare, avanti motion.
Clark: te talk a lot.
Lois: Well, I’m just not very comfortable with uncomfortable silence,...
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