Picspam: Lois and Clark scenes from 2009 - Part 1
:: I feel like I haven't made a picspam for picspammy in forever, and what a better way to make a comeback than with my favorite subject to picspam, Lois and Clark. When I read about this month's challenges the first thing that came to me, when I thought of 2009, was "Clois". After years of waiting, they finally happened, this year Smallville gave us so many amazing moments that it would be impossible for me to choose a few, so I decided to include them all, from Clark revealing his secret in Infamous to Lois figuring out Clark's the Blur in Idol. From Lois suiting up in Stiletto to Clark finally leaving the fugly red jacket behind in Savior. Missed dates, time travel, hands holding, filrting, rules of reporting, phote talks, heroes, savings, lies, kisses, sex, glasses, everything is here because ALL OF THAT happened in 2009
:: This picspam is dedicated to all my Clois friends, because you've made this year as awesome and fun as the show, and you're half the perfection that are Lois and Clark
8.15 Infamous
Clark: Lois!
Lois: Are you kidding me?! Now you show up? The one time I actually depend on you, and you flake on picking me up from the airport.
Clark: I'm really sorry.
Lois: Sorry?! Sorry doesn't buy back the last three hours I spent -- standing in a downpour... Waiting cheesy curbside reunions.
Clark: I can explain.
Lois: You e-mailed last night to say you'd be there. What, do I need to tie a string around your finger myself?
Clark: But I got held up a-at work. I finished one thing, Lois, and something else would come up.
Lois: You're a reporter, Smallville. You're not saving the world.
Clark: I know. I should've called.
Lois: Look, I get it. You have other things on your mind. I don't expect to be the person at the top of your priority list.
Clark: Can I talk to you?
Lois: Wow. What is that noise? Is someone talking?
Clark: Lois, you can't ignore me forever.
Lois: Could be worse -- you could be ignored in a three-hour downpour.
Clark: I want you to write my story.
Lois: No offense, but I've long since graduated from the "lonely seeking lonely" or classifieds.
Clark: It's a pretty interesting one.
Lois: Clark, I'm busy. You may have forgotten about me, but the news world didn't.
Clark: After the story you're about to write, it never will.
Lois: What story?
Clark: I didn't forget to pick you up at the airport, Lois. The reason I wasn't there is because I was protecting people. I'm the red-blue blur.
Lois: That's the best you can do?
Clark: That thing that saved you from the speeding car, that was me. That time the barn door flew off its hinges,
you thought it was a weather anomaly. I did that.
Lois: Yeah, right. What'd you do -- sneeze?
Clark: Actually...
Lois: Clark, next time you liquid-lunch, take the rest of the day off.
Clark: Let me help you with that.
Lois: Guess I should stop calling you "Smallville."
Clark: You're speechless. That's never a good thing.
Lois: The disappearing acts, the half-baked excuses... all this time, I just coughed it up to a classic to a classic case of Peter Pan syndrome,
but... you're the opposite. You're like... A hero?
Clark: Look, Lois, this is a lot to take in... all at once, but I wanted you to hear it from me before you heard it from anyone else.
Lois: So, why am I the first one you told?
Clark: Actually, Lois, you're not. Lana and Chloe already know.
Lois: Oh. Someone's had a busy morning.
Clark: They've known for years.
Lois: Right. Of course. Start at the beginning. What guns you got in your arsenal?
Clark: Guess I might as well just throw it all out there. I can blast fire out of my eyes.
Lois: Okay.
Clark: I can hear a dog barking from 10 miles away. I can see through solid objects, and I can run faster than the speed of sound.
Lois: Wait. Rewind. Expand on your whole... "see through things" thing.
Clark: No, Lo-- I... Look, I have to focus
Lois: How did I not put these pieces together? I mean, I lived with you, and now we practically work on top of each other.
I mean, have I been high this entire time?
Clark: The important thing is that you know now. And there's no better reporter to tell my story than you. Would you do me the honor?
Lois: Consider it done. Tomorrow front page will tell the tale of the red-and-blue, meteor-infected hero.
Clark: About the meteors... we should talk about where I'm from.
Lois: Nice interception, but you shouldn't be here. All the bloodhounds in the state will be sniffing you out.
Clark: It's okay. I know this sounds crazy, but in a few moments, this will all be over.
Lois: Okay, well, try me. My shock threshold is pretty high right now.
Clark: Lois, I have a ring that allows me to go to any moment in time. I'm gonna go back to before Linda Lake ever wrote that article.
The world isn't ready to accept someone like me.
Lois: Then stay and fight back. Look, give people a chance to see who you really are.
Clark: It's too late, Lois. My whole life, I've seemed different.
Lois: Some people spend their entire lives looking for a way to stand out... to be a person that anybody would call special.
When you first told me who you were... my thought was, "anyone but Clark." And not because of the alien thing.
I...I've known enough guys to know that you can be born on terra firma and be light-years from normal.
Clark: Lois, you don't have to explain. I get it.
Lois: No, you don't. How can someone with x-ray vision be so blind? I've been down the hero road before. And every time,
I made a giant u-turn. But this... this was different.
Clark: And this time, it will be different, Lois. When I do this, no one's gonna remember who I am.
Lois: And when you hit your reset button... ...you're not gonna tell me your secret, are you?
Clark: I'm sorry.
Lois: That's okay. Why should I think I'm special? Clark... I understand.
Clark: Lois, you don't understand. It's because you are special.
Lois: Some things never change. I've been gone a month, and you still drive in the granny lane.
Clark: You're welcome for the ride, Lois. Did I mention I missed your ongoing commentary?
Lois: No, actually, and aside from asking me what the speed limit was, you barely said a word on the way home...
or since I've been gone, for that matter, unless you count the three 10-second voicemails.
Clark: Lois, you know, after the wedding, things got a little crazy.
Lois: Things got a little crazy before all hell broke loose. Let's face it. Or we could not face it and just forget that it ever almost happened.
Clark: I think it's a pretty complicated conversation, Lois.
Lois: We don't have to overanalyze anything now. I'm gonna work off my jet lag later on tonight at the cafe.
You want to come by for a coffee, cool. If not, let's just say I get it.
Clark: Okay.
Lois: Okay. See you then. Or not. Or whatever. I'm going to work.
8.17 Hex
Clark: Is there something on your mind, Lois?
Lois: So, how long did it take for you to realize that I wasn't my usual charming self?
Clark: Well, I have to admit, I should have picked upon it sooner. You weren't as bossy as usual. And Chloe let me drive.
Lois: Well... little blonde sources tell me that you don't mind my assertive flair. Let me see it.
Clark: Lois, I don't know what you're talking about.
Lois: You have a terrible poker face, Smallville. Gimme, gimme. Wow. Who would have known you were this sentimental?
I think we should...hang it up so that everyone can see it.
Clark: This is a memento from my first day on the job. And a constant reminder there's only one Lois Lane.
Lois: You better believe it.
Clark: Big night?
Lois: Mm, yeah. This guy in first class asked me out, and I figured why the hell not, right?
Clark: Yeah.
Lois: What about you? Big plans?
Clark: Oh, I'm just gonna hang around here, you know, follow up on a few things.
You want me to call you if anything comes through the wire to see if you're available?
Lois: You mean if you want to stand me up again?
Clark: Lois, that was --
Lois: A mistake. Agreed. Why don't we just table this whole "office thrown together in the trenches sparks" thing, okay?
Back to basics. Keep the game on the field.
Clark: Yeah, that's a good rule.
Lois: You should add that to the list.
8.19 Stiletto
Clark: Lois. Chloe told me about the attack. She said you mentioned someone named Stiletto?
Lois: Ence Smallville. Tomorrow you can drool over her with the rest of the world. I'm fine, by the way. Thanks for asking.
It's not every day that a superhero entrusts me with her phone number.
Clark: She gave you her number?
Lois: Sorry. My eyes only, Smallville.
Clark: Lois, this carjacker took Chloe's computer. It has all her Isis client information on it.
If this Stiletto was the last person to see this guy, I need to talk to her.
Lois: Look, if you want to help Chloe, why don't you go downtown and talk to the thug they did catch?
Maybe Stiletto left enough teeth in his mouth for him to rat out his buddy.
Lois: Isn't it almost your bedtime, Smallville?
Clark: Just finishing up some work while I'm still motivated.
Lois: Slow night.
Clark: I'm good if you want to go. If The Red-Blue Blur calls, I'll be sure to patch him through.
Lois: Oh, that's right, because your idea of being a hero is making sure there's still paper in the fax machine.
Clark: Just doing my job.
Lois: Well, you're wasting your midnight oil because, between the two of us, the editor is only counting the empty coffee cups on my desk.
Clark: And that's because you're in the big leagues and I'm still just a copy boy?
Lois: No, because you're doing way better than anyone expected!
Woman: Attention, downtown unit -- silent alarm at Riverside Jewelry on Fifth and Water, handle code 1038.
Clark: Well, I better go feed Shelby.
Lois: I should hit the gym.
Lois: Hello? Are you here?
Clark: Are you The Stiletto?
Lois: Can I just say it's an honor?
Clark: Lois?
Lois: Lois? Who's Lois? I'm Stiletto. I should get back to my cave.
Clark: Lois, you could have a bag over your head, and I'd still know it's you.
Lois: Go figure. I want The Red-Blue Blur. I get the exact opposite.
Clark: What do you think you're doing?
Lois: What are you doing? You're supposed to be feeding Shelby. Seriously, is there any woman in your life you haven't stood up?
Clark: I saw the way you looked at that scanner, and I know how much you want this superhero story.
So I came here to make sure you were okay. You're obviously not if you're impersonating The Stiletto.
Lois: Okay, first off, it's just "Stiletto." There's no "the." And second, I'm not impersonating anyone. I am Stiletto.
Clark: You made up a fake hero so you could write her story?
Lois: Yeah.
Lois: Stiletto's only the beginning, Clark. These heels could kick open some major doors for me.
What if Stiletto could help me land a one-on-one with The Red-Blue Blur?
Clark: Oh, this Blur, he avoids reporters for a reason. What would you say to him no one else already has?
Lois: I wouldn't say anything, Clark. I'd listen.
Clark: What if he's not looking for a best friend?
Lois: Superpowered or not, every Fred needs a Barney.
Clark: Unless it's based on a lie. Besides, it could be dangerous. Eventually you'll find yourself in a situation you can't Stiletto yourself out of.
Lois: Stiletto kicked ass last night. You should have seen the guy I sent downtown.
Clark: I couldn't -- by the time I got there, an attorney named Moynihan already got him off before I could talk to him about Chloe's car.
Lois: Chris Moynihan? He represents Ron Milano.
Clark: The biggest crime boss in Metropolis.
Lois: Then let's go save the world. I'm in the market for a sidekick anyway. Just don't slow me down.
Clark: I'll find Milano on my own. You're gonna do everything you can to make sure your Stiletto story doesn't get published.
Lois: Clark! Hang in there. You're gonna be just fine. Dial 911. Why did you do that, Clark? You didn't need to be some kind of hero.
Clark: Lois.. you have to get me out of here.
Lois: Okay. Okay. Come on super hero, you're gonna be fine.
Lois: Nothing like a double-frosted bear claw to ease the pain of a flesh wound, right? Oh, and I, uh, didn't know whether you wanted your copies single-sided or double, so I did both, and then I thought, "Hmm, three-holed or no-holed?" And I didn't know, so I did both, which is why there's...so many.
Clark: Lois, you didn't have to do all this. But thank you. Looks like you got your cover story after all.
Lois: I guess.
Clark: You guess? The last time your name was above the fold, you held a Champagne toast. Is there something about this article that's still bothering you?
Lois: Fine, I admit it. Sometimes the Lois "Fast" Lane ambition ramps into cruise control and gets away from me.
Clark: Those mob guys would still be on the street if you hadn't come to my rescue.
Lois: Your rescue. Yeah, right. You're the one with the... Smallville, if you hadn't been there to...
Clark: You're welcome, Lois. I hope this means that Stiletto's hanging up her heels for good.
Lois: Gladly. Those heels were giving my blisters blisters. Besides, if Manheim had better aim, you'd be dead. And it was really sweet of you to, you know, throw yourself in there, but I never should have put you in danger. It's not like you save lives for a living.
Clark: No, there's only one Red-Blue Blur.
Lois: Honestly, I don't envy the guy. After walking a mile in Stiletto's shoes, I was reminded that I am not cut out for that life of solitude.
Clark: I didn't know there was room for introspection underneath that costume.
Lois: Wow. Look who got grazed by a funny bullet. You weren't gonna eat this, were you?
Lois: Hello?
Clark: Is this Lois Lane, the reporter?
Lois: Who wants to know?
Clark: This is The Red-Blue Blur.
Lois: Yeah, right. How do I know you're not some deep throat wannabe with a lot of time on his creepy hands?
Clark: Look down. I received your letter, Miss Lane.
Lois: Call me Lois - if you want. And while we're at it, do you want to weigh in on the whole "Red-Blue Blur" thing? Because it's kind of a mouthful on this end.
Clark: I think there's probably a better name out there, and if there's anyonewho'll find it, it's you, Miss Lane.
Lois: I'll put my best men on it. And by "men," I mean me because I work in the basement and employ pretty much no one, unless you count my intern.
I'm sorry. I'm rambling.
Clark: You're nervous.
Lois: Can you read my mind? Who am I kidding? It's Saturday night, and I hightailed it down here because I have one obsession right now,
and it's you. And when you didn't respond to my skywriting, I just --
Clark: it was a nice one by the way
Lois: between you and me, I could use a little work on that subtle thing.
Clark: You know there's nothing wrong with taking your job seriously.
Lois: There is when you don't know who you'd be without it.
Clark: Something tells me you know yourself better than you think. Lois, you're a great reporter -- all on your own.
You don't need a hero or some gimmick to make a headline.
Lois: Thanks.My editor would kill me, but... I don't want this story. What I've really been wondering is... what is it that you need? I mean, you've dedicated your life to a city full of strangers. And I'm not saying that I know what it's like to be a hero, but... even the fastest blur in the world can't outrun loneliness. I guess what I'm saying is... ...if you ever want to talk -- totally off the record -- I'm only a phone call away.
Clark: I'll keep that in mind. And, Lois... when I'm ready to tell the world my secret, you'll be the first to know.
8.22 Doomsday
Lois: Chloe's missing with some beastie boy, and you're doing what exactly?
Clark: No one wants to find Chloe more than I do.
Lois: Except maybe me. Clark, I haven't slept in days, and I am dangerously close to a caffeine O.D.
Clark: I hadn't noticed.
Lois: Okay. Do you want to at least tell me about this little novella you're working on that's so important? No. Great.
Another ricochet off the impenetrable force field. Forget it.
Lois: Hello.
Clark: Miss lane.
Lois: It's you.
Clark: I've been searching for your cousin Chloe. I am gonna find her.
Lois: How did you even know she was missing?
Clark: I've been keeping an eye on you.
Lois: To be honest, I was kind of hoping for that. But I didn't know how to call you, and then now, all of a sudden, here you are out of of nowhere to save the day,
and I just - I'm rambling again. You just make me so, um... I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you for this.
Clark: You could do me a favor. I need you to publish a letter for me.
Lois: What letter?
Lois: You're here, aren't you?
Clark: You're not supposed to open it yet. Can I count on you to publish that letter if anything happens to me?
Lois: "Goodbye"? What do you mean "goodbye"?
Clark: Sometimes, we can't outrun our destiny.
Lois: But I thought you were invincible.
Clark: So did I.
Lois: I want to meet you. I have to see your face. I have to see you. I want you to show me what you can't show anyone else. You can trust me. Please.
Clark: I'm sorry. That's not a good idea.
Lois: Look, you can come through this. You have to. And when you do... how do you feel about phone booths?
Clark: They're fine.
Lois: Um, there's one on 4th and main. Let's say midnight. I'll be there. I hope you'll be there, too. And thank you. If anyone can save Chloe... I know it's you. 9.01 Savior
Lois: hello
Clark: Lois
Lois: thank you for saving me out there. I was affraid you had dissapeared for good
Clark: I should have. I'm supposed to. But I can't. Promise me this is just between us.
Lois: I promise
9.02 Metallo
Lois: Daily Planet, Lois Lane, your first choice in reporting
Clark: Lois, I need some information
Lois: it's you
Clark: something just happened in Metropolis General, in the E.R
Lois: I know all about it, I'm covering the story. Got any leads?
Clark: not yet, I don't know the man's identity but I do have his keys. I think he works at the Daily Planet
Lois: He works here? Hey, do you want me to find out who's missing their keys?
Clark/RBB: no... I just wanted to know if you may've noticed anyone...
Lois: I'm so on it
Clark: no, Lois... listen to me this man is dangerous. He's some sort of superhuman cyborg and I don't want you to get hurt
Lois: you really do care about me, don't you?
Clark: Lois...
Lois: okay, okay... I just... keep my eyes open, I swear. But if I do see anything, it's not like I can call you from the bullpen
Clark: then I'll call you, at our phoneboot
Lois: you think of it as our phoneboot too?
Clark: just be there at 7
Clark: you're safe now Lois. I'm here
Lois: it's you, you saved me. After all our phone calls I finally have you standing right in front of me and I don't know what to say to you.
Please, let me see your face
Clark: I'm gonna be needing that
Lois: Clark Kent you're back! I was begining to think your family lived on some distant planet
Clark: you must have really missed me
Lois: only because the guy who sat on your desk was a certifiable psychopath. Otherwise I've been so busy I didn't even notice you were gone.
Clark: I missed you too Lois.
Clark: anything exciting happened while I was gone?
Lois: you'll never believe it, but I helped the Blur stop an homicidal maniac.
Clark: really? you know I would love to hear about it.
Lois: okay... well. It all started when this guy showed up with this major grudge against the Blur...
9.03 Rabid
Lois: you can put away the pepper spray Smallville, it's only me
Clark: I wasn't hidding
Lois: looks another thrilling friday night, just you and me flying the red eye on this paper plane. Almost like you never left the cockpit
Clark: It's nice to have my copilot here.
Clark: what's with the bag?
Lois: all nighter survival kit. Comfrot food, Comfort footwear (lol) and comfort music. Chicken soup for my soul.
Clark: Everything okay? You just seem a little off
Lois: The only thing i'm off is a certain blurry butt-kicker's to-do list. A little over a week, and not so much as a,
"sorry, i've been busy saving the world, but got to run."
Clark: I didn't realize the two of you were actually seeing each other now.
Lois: At this point, it's not really seeing so much as still looking, so much as still looking, but a girl's got to hope.
Lois: Okay, get your engines going. Looks like there's a major fire on east brunswick.
Clark: If we're gonna be here all night, i'll get some coffee.
Lois: That's what i love about you, Smallville... i say "fire," you say "food." I'll take mine black.
Lois: That was quick. Do you smell smoke?
Clark: No
Lois: The fire just got put out... by the Blur. He is so amazing. Here you and i are just having a coffee while he's out squelching five-alarm fires in three seconds flat.
Clark: Two seconds. Not that anyone's counting.
Lois: Yeah
Clark: There's a high-speed motorcycle chase out near the bypass.
Lois: At least somebody's getting a little action tonight. Clark, this is ice-cold. Never mind. I'll get it myself.
Clark: that doesn't make any sense. Tess is not the nervous-breakdown type.
Lois: But she is the lying, cheating, scheming type. You keep enough secrets, they start to back up on your brain. Seriously, alien orbs?
Now she's rambling about zombies? It all adds up to "c" for "crazy."
Clark: Just trust me. There's got to be more to the story than that.
Lois: I respect how quickly you managed to get the lowdown on little miss lithium's mental break but sometimes you can be a little gullible.
Clark: Really? Why don't you call your new best friend and get him to weigh in on it?
Lois: I'm not gonna cry wolf just to get a pity call from studly do-right.
Clark: Something tells me he'd side with me on this one, anyway
Lois: Why, because you have so much in common?
Lois: Tess
Clark: come on, Lois. At least wait till she's awake to get your comment.
Lois: Don't you want to find out what made Cruella snap? Tess, what happened to you? Care to comment?
Clark: Lois, are you okay?
Lois: I've thrown down with Tess before, but not quite like that.
Clark: Looks like there may be some truth in her story after all.
Lois: Which is why I'm heading back to the office right now to write it.
Lois: Clark!
Clark: Lois, I'm gonna get you out of here.
Lois: You have no idea what you're up against. I'll get us through this.
Clark: We got to go.
Clark: are you okay?
Lois: that was close
Clark: you're hurt
Lois: I'm okay
Clark: let's get you some place safe
Lois: Do you think they've quarantined the city?
Clark: probably. They found out it was an airborne virus.
Lois: You realize that means we could both have it.
Clark: we can't think like that
Lois: I'm just saying once we go out there, we might not make it.
Clark: Lois
Lois: I'm serious. Those things are everywhere. It would just suck to go out without any... closure. Clark Do you have any deep, dark secrets?
Clark: do you?
Lois: Last year, when i was talking with the red-blue blur... for the first time in my life, i was doing something that mattered. A
nd i wanted to work with him because we did such good things together. But then i started to realize that... I
wasn't just doing it to save people. I was doing it for me. I just wanted to be with him.
Clark: We all get crushes. It doesn't make you a bad person.
Lois: You don't understand. I had never had this connection with someone before. Now that i have this connection,
i don't want to go back to the way things were. This is embarrassing to admit. I don't want to be alone anymore.
Clark: get in here. You'll be safe.
Lois: Clark.
Clark: Someone's got to go for help.
Lois: Please, be careful.
Clark: Everything's gonna be all right. Okay.
Oliver: Good luck, Clark.
Clark: Oliver... she's in your hands now. Don't let her fall asleep.
Clark: it's okay, you're going to be alright
Lois: Clark... Clark what happened?
Clark: we made it
Lois: hey!
Clark: Lois...
Lois: I just came by to say thanks and to apologize if I tried to rip your head off or anything
Clark: you know, you have a pretty mean left hook.
Lois: I don't remember any of that. But I do remember seeing a whole new side of Clark Kent
Clark: which side was that?
Lois: I'll give you a hunt. It starts with "H" and ends with "ero"
Clark: And I wasn't even wearing red or blue
Lois: you've got a long ways to go before you can do that. Still, I think we make a pretty good team
Clark: yeah, we do
Lois: you never did tell me your secret.
Clark: well...
Lois: relax Smallville... keep the mystery. You need to work every last drop if it you've got
9.04 Echo
Lois: Clark, did I miss him?
Clark: if by him you mean me, barely
Clark: I was just trying to call you
Lois: from a payphone?
Clark: apparently
Lois: hellooo Sailor!
Clark: What'd you just say?
Lois: you should get your hearing check, hotstuff
Lois:God, I'm dragging ass today. I should go for coffee. No, actually, I should really get a b12 shot. I have to keep up with Clark. You know, you got to remember what the General always said: on certain days, you wear certain underwear. And today, of all days, you decided to go with a thong.
Lois: Hey Smallville!
Clark: you're in a good mood today
Lois: would be in an even better one if our black-clad hero in hiding would have stuck around long enough for a quote. We'd at least know what the hell happened back there.
Clark: what happened back there is the Blur saved all those hostages, end of story.
Lois: there's always more to the story grasshopper. Word on the street is the bomber isn't the one who flipped the switch. It was on a timer
Clark: why would the bomb be on a timer?
Lois: I don't know, I'm not a mind reader. Why would you take hostages and not make any demands? No voicemails? no e-mails? Just be a big girl and get over the fact that the Blur downgraded you from confident to sidekick to nobody.
Clark: Lois
Lois: Computer's frozen again. Doesn't help that stupid intern Jeff took the last stupid maple doughnut from the stupid doughnut box.
Clark: Here you go. My eyes are bigger than my stomach this morning
Lois: no. Okay, I love you!
Clark: A bump in blood sugar might help you from punching someone
Lois: True. Give me that.
Lois: Whyever whoever did what he did, he couldn't have picked a less-interesting place to have done it. Run-of-the-mill textile factory?
Clark: Run-of-the-mill textile factory, which is a subsidiary of Queen Industries. You think it would be enough to get Oliver's attention.
Lois: That only matters if Ollie's sober enough to give a crap
Clark: yeah, you might be right.
Lois: what'd you say?
Clark: what?
Lois: what?
Lois: Look, I know loose lips sink ships, but tight ones don't do a hell of a lot of good, either. Listen, Chatty Cathy, we just need one answer. You were actually a hostage, right? This one's getting us nowhere.
Woman: Do not let them find out. They can't send me back. My baby needs me.
Clark: It's okay. You can talk to us. We're not I.N.S.
Woman: I am sorry. I saw a man.
Lois: Let me get this straight. You're saying the guy who took you hostage short and fat, but also.. tall.
Clark: it's clear that this is the most excitement you've had probably ever. Now, you can mislead us, but interfering with a police investigation to keep yourself in the limelight will only land you in jail. Is that understood?
Lois: I haven't seen you eat a thing all day. Owed you from earlier, low blood sugar and all.
Clark: aaaw, look at this. Thanks for taking care of me
Lois: Wait, now we're even
Lois: what else did you find out
Clark: Mr. Murphy, our mystery man's puppet, just got out of surgery. He's still unconscious.
Lois: I've hit enough dead ends for today. Really no reason for us to keep hanging out here, then, huh?
Clark: you're absolutely right. Why don't we just call it a night?
Lois: that's good. I have plans. Lifetime and some chunky monkey or rocky road. Maybe both
Clark: Lois! I was hoping that we could grab something to eat tonight once we finish up. You know... you said yourself I hadn't eaten all day.
Lois: Is Clark Kent asking me out on a date? like a date date?
Clark: I'm not saying we should go on a date.
Lois: ow!
Clark: just something... like a date
Lois: as sweet as that notion is Smallville, this is Metropolis, on a saturday night. We ain't getting in anywhere without a reservation.
Except maybe the truck rally downtown, but there's no way he'd ever...
Clark: we could probably still get tickets to the monster-truck rally down at the coliseum. It doesn't start for a few more hours.
Lois: Shut up!. I'll meet you there. Standard protocol... two cars at the beginning of the night, no drama at the end of it.
Clark: Lois!
Lois: I can handle this, Smallville. You've already done enough tonight.
Clark: what are you doing here?
Lois: Standing in the shadow of 6 1/2 feet of handsome. No Lois, he doesn't get off that easy. Kick his ass!. Do you honestly think that stacked parking, not having a cocktail dress, and being three steps behind you on your mystery-man story was gonna stand in my way? did you? Or that you hid the fact that Oliver returned, for the sake of an article? Clark! you can't get rid of me that easily! I have the internet on my phone.
Clark: I can explain
Lois: oooh ohhh. I know how the boys' club works. You wanted to scoop me on a story. Prose before Hos.
Clark: Now, wait a second...
Guy: good evening
Lois: How could you be so stupid Lois? This was never about more than a story. Maybe it never will be.
For your sake, there better be an open bar, because I think that bone dawg has my purse in his truck
Clark: Now Lois, I don't need your help on this one, I can do it on my own.
Lois: maybe you'd like to think that you can, but we all know there's no way
Clark: this is my headline
Lois: Oh, God, why would you let yourself get attached Lois, you know better than that. They always leave. You know what? Maybe you're right. I'm gonna get some air, some really private air. I'm ouy of here. Good luck flying solo.
Clark: you missed all the excitement last night.
Lois: If I remember correctly, it wasn't my excitement to have missed. Was it? I was expecting to read about the exploits of Metropolis' journalistic savior this morning.
Clark: That's the thing, I think I may have bitten off more than I can chew
Lois: Really? What's this?
Clark: it's me asking for help. I didn't exactly finish my story last night and I missed the deadline.
Lois: okay
Clark: I guess I'm not ready to fly solo just yet.
Lois: the sky is a big place
Lois: there, looks like you've got one too many names on there
Clark: I just thought you'd want to have some creative input
Clark: Lois I am sorry for letting you down
Lois: is this an olive branch? cause there better be a whole tree somewhere in here... and maybe a new pair of jeans too.
It's not every day Lois Lane allows herself to be stood up
Clark: then it's a good thing it was only like a date. I don't even know how someone would get a second date after messing things up like that
Lois: well, if people were to try that again they might want to do it on a slower news day...hypothetically speaking.
Clark: but those don't come along very often
Lois: no
Clark: I'm sure people would make sure they got it right the next time. Hypothetically speaking, of course.
Lois: my thoughts exactly
Part 2
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8.15 Infamous
Clark: Lois!
Lois: Are you kidding me?! Now you show up? The one time I actually depend on you, and you flake on picking me up from the airport.
Clark: I'm really sorry.
Lois: Sorry?! Sorry doesn't buy back the last three hours I spent -- standing in a downpour... Waiting cheesy curbside reunions.
Clark: I can explain.
Lois: You e-mailed last night to say you'd be there. What, do I need to tie a string around your finger myself?
Clark: But I got held up a-at work. I finished one thing, Lois, and something else would come up.
Lois: You're a reporter, Smallville. You're not saving the world.
Clark: I know. I should've called.
Lois: Look, I get it. You have other things on your mind. I don't expect to be the person at the top of your priority list.
Clark: Can I talk to you?
Lois: Wow. What is that noise? Is someone talking?
Clark: Lois, you can't ignore me forever.
Lois: Could be worse -- you could be ignored in a three-hour downpour.
Clark: I want you to write my story.
Lois: No offense, but I've long since graduated from the "lonely seeking lonely" or classifieds.
Clark: It's a pretty interesting one.
Lois: Clark, I'm busy. You may have forgotten about me, but the news world didn't.
Clark: After the story you're about to write, it never will.
Lois: What story?
Clark: I didn't forget to pick you up at the airport, Lois. The reason I wasn't there is because I was protecting people. I'm the red-blue blur.
Lois: That's the best you can do?
Clark: That thing that saved you from the speeding car, that was me. That time the barn door flew off its hinges,
you thought it was a weather anomaly. I did that.
Lois: Yeah, right. What'd you do -- sneeze?
Clark: Actually...
Lois: Clark, next time you liquid-lunch, take the rest of the day off.
Clark: Let me help you with that.
Lois: Guess I should stop calling you "Smallville."
Clark: You're speechless. That's never a good thing.
Lois: The disappearing acts, the half-baked excuses... all this time, I just coughed it up to a classic to a classic case of Peter Pan syndrome,
but... you're the opposite. You're like... A hero?
Clark: Look, Lois, this is a lot to take in... all at once, but I wanted you to hear it from me before you heard it from anyone else.
Lois: So, why am I the first one you told?
Clark: Actually, Lois, you're not. Lana and Chloe already know.
Lois: Oh. Someone's had a busy morning.
Clark: They've known for years.
Lois: Right. Of course. Start at the beginning. What guns you got in your arsenal?
Clark: Guess I might as well just throw it all out there. I can blast fire out of my eyes.
Lois: Okay.
Clark: I can hear a dog barking from 10 miles away. I can see through solid objects, and I can run faster than the speed of sound.
Lois: Wait. Rewind. Expand on your whole... "see through things" thing.
Clark: No, Lo-- I... Look, I have to focus
Lois: How did I not put these pieces together? I mean, I lived with you, and now we practically work on top of each other.
I mean, have I been high this entire time?
Clark: The important thing is that you know now. And there's no better reporter to tell my story than you. Would you do me the honor?
Lois: Consider it done. Tomorrow front page will tell the tale of the red-and-blue, meteor-infected hero.
Clark: About the meteors... we should talk about where I'm from.
Lois: Nice interception, but you shouldn't be here. All the bloodhounds in the state will be sniffing you out.
Clark: It's okay. I know this sounds crazy, but in a few moments, this will all be over.
Lois: Okay, well, try me. My shock threshold is pretty high right now.
Clark: Lois, I have a ring that allows me to go to any moment in time. I'm gonna go back to before Linda Lake ever wrote that article.
The world isn't ready to accept someone like me.
Lois: Then stay and fight back. Look, give people a chance to see who you really are.
Clark: It's too late, Lois. My whole life, I've seemed different.
Lois: Some people spend their entire lives looking for a way to stand out... to be a person that anybody would call special.
When you first told me who you were... my thought was, "anyone but Clark." And not because of the alien thing.
I...I've known enough guys to know that you can be born on terra firma and be light-years from normal.
Clark: Lois, you don't have to explain. I get it.
Lois: No, you don't. How can someone with x-ray vision be so blind? I've been down the hero road before. And every time,
I made a giant u-turn. But this... this was different.
Clark: And this time, it will be different, Lois. When I do this, no one's gonna remember who I am.
Lois: And when you hit your reset button... ...you're not gonna tell me your secret, are you?
Clark: I'm sorry.
Lois: That's okay. Why should I think I'm special? Clark... I understand.
Clark: Lois, you don't understand. It's because you are special.
Lois: Some things never change. I've been gone a month, and you still drive in the granny lane.
Clark: You're welcome for the ride, Lois. Did I mention I missed your ongoing commentary?
Lois: No, actually, and aside from asking me what the speed limit was, you barely said a word on the way home...
or since I've been gone, for that matter, unless you count the three 10-second voicemails.
Clark: Lois, you know, after the wedding, things got a little crazy.
Lois: Things got a little crazy before all hell broke loose. Let's face it. Or we could not face it and just forget that it ever almost happened.
Clark: I think it's a pretty complicated conversation, Lois.
Lois: We don't have to overanalyze anything now. I'm gonna work off my jet lag later on tonight at the cafe.
You want to come by for a coffee, cool. If not, let's just say I get it.
Clark: Okay.
Lois: Okay. See you then. Or not. Or whatever. I'm going to work.
8.17 Hex
Clark: Is there something on your mind, Lois?
Lois: So, how long did it take for you to realize that I wasn't my usual charming self?
Clark: Well, I have to admit, I should have picked upon it sooner. You weren't as bossy as usual. And Chloe let me drive.
Lois: Well... little blonde sources tell me that you don't mind my assertive flair. Let me see it.
Clark: Lois, I don't know what you're talking about.
Lois: You have a terrible poker face, Smallville. Gimme, gimme. Wow. Who would have known you were this sentimental?
I think we should...hang it up so that everyone can see it.
Clark: This is a memento from my first day on the job. And a constant reminder there's only one Lois Lane.
Lois: You better believe it.
Clark: Big night?
Lois: Mm, yeah. This guy in first class asked me out, and I figured why the hell not, right?
Clark: Yeah.
Lois: What about you? Big plans?
Clark: Oh, I'm just gonna hang around here, you know, follow up on a few things.
You want me to call you if anything comes through the wire to see if you're available?
Lois: You mean if you want to stand me up again?
Clark: Lois, that was --
Lois: A mistake. Agreed. Why don't we just table this whole "office thrown together in the trenches sparks" thing, okay?
Back to basics. Keep the game on the field.
Clark: Yeah, that's a good rule.
Lois: You should add that to the list.
8.19 Stiletto
Clark: Lois. Chloe told me about the attack. She said you mentioned someone named Stiletto?
Lois: Ence Smallville. Tomorrow you can drool over her with the rest of the world. I'm fine, by the way. Thanks for asking.
It's not every day that a superhero entrusts me with her phone number.
Clark: She gave you her number?
Lois: Sorry. My eyes only, Smallville.
Clark: Lois, this carjacker took Chloe's computer. It has all her Isis client information on it.
If this Stiletto was the last person to see this guy, I need to talk to her.
Lois: Look, if you want to help Chloe, why don't you go downtown and talk to the thug they did catch?
Maybe Stiletto left enough teeth in his mouth for him to rat out his buddy.
Lois: Isn't it almost your bedtime, Smallville?
Clark: Just finishing up some work while I'm still motivated.
Lois: Slow night.
Clark: I'm good if you want to go. If The Red-Blue Blur calls, I'll be sure to patch him through.
Lois: Oh, that's right, because your idea of being a hero is making sure there's still paper in the fax machine.
Clark: Just doing my job.
Lois: Well, you're wasting your midnight oil because, between the two of us, the editor is only counting the empty coffee cups on my desk.
Clark: And that's because you're in the big leagues and I'm still just a copy boy?
Lois: No, because you're doing way better than anyone expected!
Woman: Attention, downtown unit -- silent alarm at Riverside Jewelry on Fifth and Water, handle code 1038.
Clark: Well, I better go feed Shelby.
Lois: I should hit the gym.
Lois: Hello? Are you here?
Clark: Are you The Stiletto?
Lois: Can I just say it's an honor?
Clark: Lois?
Lois: Lois? Who's Lois? I'm Stiletto. I should get back to my cave.
Clark: Lois, you could have a bag over your head, and I'd still know it's you.
Lois: Go figure. I want The Red-Blue Blur. I get the exact opposite.
Clark: What do you think you're doing?
Lois: What are you doing? You're supposed to be feeding Shelby. Seriously, is there any woman in your life you haven't stood up?
Clark: I saw the way you looked at that scanner, and I know how much you want this superhero story.
So I came here to make sure you were okay. You're obviously not if you're impersonating The Stiletto.
Lois: Okay, first off, it's just "Stiletto." There's no "the." And second, I'm not impersonating anyone. I am Stiletto.
Clark: You made up a fake hero so you could write her story?
Lois: Yeah.
Lois: Stiletto's only the beginning, Clark. These heels could kick open some major doors for me.
What if Stiletto could help me land a one-on-one with The Red-Blue Blur?
Clark: Oh, this Blur, he avoids reporters for a reason. What would you say to him no one else already has?
Lois: I wouldn't say anything, Clark. I'd listen.
Clark: What if he's not looking for a best friend?
Lois: Superpowered or not, every Fred needs a Barney.
Clark: Unless it's based on a lie. Besides, it could be dangerous. Eventually you'll find yourself in a situation you can't Stiletto yourself out of.
Lois: Stiletto kicked ass last night. You should have seen the guy I sent downtown.
Clark: I couldn't -- by the time I got there, an attorney named Moynihan already got him off before I could talk to him about Chloe's car.
Lois: Chris Moynihan? He represents Ron Milano.
Clark: The biggest crime boss in Metropolis.
Lois: Then let's go save the world. I'm in the market for a sidekick anyway. Just don't slow me down.
Clark: I'll find Milano on my own. You're gonna do everything you can to make sure your Stiletto story doesn't get published.
Lois: Clark! Hang in there. You're gonna be just fine. Dial 911. Why did you do that, Clark? You didn't need to be some kind of hero.
Clark: Lois.. you have to get me out of here.
Lois: Okay. Okay. Come on super hero, you're gonna be fine.
Lois: Nothing like a double-frosted bear claw to ease the pain of a flesh wound, right? Oh, and I, uh, didn't know whether you wanted your copies single-sided or double, so I did both, and then I thought, "Hmm, three-holed or no-holed?" And I didn't know, so I did both, which is why there's...so many.
Clark: Lois, you didn't have to do all this. But thank you. Looks like you got your cover story after all.
Lois: I guess.
Clark: You guess? The last time your name was above the fold, you held a Champagne toast. Is there something about this article that's still bothering you?
Lois: Fine, I admit it. Sometimes the Lois "Fast" Lane ambition ramps into cruise control and gets away from me.
Clark: Those mob guys would still be on the street if you hadn't come to my rescue.
Lois: Your rescue. Yeah, right. You're the one with the... Smallville, if you hadn't been there to...
Clark: You're welcome, Lois. I hope this means that Stiletto's hanging up her heels for good.
Lois: Gladly. Those heels were giving my blisters blisters. Besides, if Manheim had better aim, you'd be dead. And it was really sweet of you to, you know, throw yourself in there, but I never should have put you in danger. It's not like you save lives for a living.
Clark: No, there's only one Red-Blue Blur.
Lois: Honestly, I don't envy the guy. After walking a mile in Stiletto's shoes, I was reminded that I am not cut out for that life of solitude.
Clark: I didn't know there was room for introspection underneath that costume.
Lois: Wow. Look who got grazed by a funny bullet. You weren't gonna eat this, were you?
Lois: Hello?
Clark: Is this Lois Lane, the reporter?
Lois: Who wants to know?
Clark: This is The Red-Blue Blur.
Lois: Yeah, right. How do I know you're not some deep throat wannabe with a lot of time on his creepy hands?
Clark: Look down. I received your letter, Miss Lane.
Lois: Call me Lois - if you want. And while we're at it, do you want to weigh in on the whole "Red-Blue Blur" thing? Because it's kind of a mouthful on this end.
Clark: I think there's probably a better name out there, and if there's anyonewho'll find it, it's you, Miss Lane.
Lois: I'll put my best men on it. And by "men," I mean me because I work in the basement and employ pretty much no one, unless you count my intern.
I'm sorry. I'm rambling.
Clark: You're nervous.
Lois: Can you read my mind? Who am I kidding? It's Saturday night, and I hightailed it down here because I have one obsession right now,
and it's you. And when you didn't respond to my skywriting, I just --
Clark: it was a nice one by the way
Lois: between you and me, I could use a little work on that subtle thing.
Clark: You know there's nothing wrong with taking your job seriously.
Lois: There is when you don't know who you'd be without it.
Clark: Something tells me you know yourself better than you think. Lois, you're a great reporter -- all on your own.
You don't need a hero or some gimmick to make a headline.
Lois: Thanks.My editor would kill me, but... I don't want this story. What I've really been wondering is... what is it that you need? I mean, you've dedicated your life to a city full of strangers. And I'm not saying that I know what it's like to be a hero, but... even the fastest blur in the world can't outrun loneliness. I guess what I'm saying is... ...if you ever want to talk -- totally off the record -- I'm only a phone call away.
Clark: I'll keep that in mind. And, Lois... when I'm ready to tell the world my secret, you'll be the first to know.
8.22 Doomsday
Lois: Chloe's missing with some beastie boy, and you're doing what exactly?
Clark: No one wants to find Chloe more than I do.
Lois: Except maybe me. Clark, I haven't slept in days, and I am dangerously close to a caffeine O.D.
Clark: I hadn't noticed.
Lois: Okay. Do you want to at least tell me about this little novella you're working on that's so important? No. Great.
Another ricochet off the impenetrable force field. Forget it.
Lois: Hello.
Clark: Miss lane.
Lois: It's you.
Clark: I've been searching for your cousin Chloe. I am gonna find her.
Lois: How did you even know she was missing?
Clark: I've been keeping an eye on you.
Lois: To be honest, I was kind of hoping for that. But I didn't know how to call you, and then now, all of a sudden, here you are out of of nowhere to save the day,
and I just - I'm rambling again. You just make me so, um... I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you for this.
Clark: You could do me a favor. I need you to publish a letter for me.
Lois: What letter?
Lois: You're here, aren't you?
Clark: You're not supposed to open it yet. Can I count on you to publish that letter if anything happens to me?
Lois: "Goodbye"? What do you mean "goodbye"?
Clark: Sometimes, we can't outrun our destiny.
Lois: But I thought you were invincible.
Clark: So did I.
Lois: I want to meet you. I have to see your face. I have to see you. I want you to show me what you can't show anyone else. You can trust me. Please.
Clark: I'm sorry. That's not a good idea.
Lois: Look, you can come through this. You have to. And when you do... how do you feel about phone booths?
Clark: They're fine.
Lois: Um, there's one on 4th and main. Let's say midnight. I'll be there. I hope you'll be there, too. And thank you. If anyone can save Chloe... I know it's you. 9.01 Savior
Lois: hello
Clark: Lois
Lois: thank you for saving me out there. I was affraid you had dissapeared for good
Clark: I should have. I'm supposed to. But I can't. Promise me this is just between us.
Lois: I promise
9.02 Metallo
Lois: Daily Planet, Lois Lane, your first choice in reporting
Clark: Lois, I need some information
Lois: it's you
Clark: something just happened in Metropolis General, in the E.R
Lois: I know all about it, I'm covering the story. Got any leads?
Clark: not yet, I don't know the man's identity but I do have his keys. I think he works at the Daily Planet
Lois: He works here? Hey, do you want me to find out who's missing their keys?
Clark/RBB: no... I just wanted to know if you may've noticed anyone...
Lois: I'm so on it
Clark: no, Lois... listen to me this man is dangerous. He's some sort of superhuman cyborg and I don't want you to get hurt
Lois: you really do care about me, don't you?
Clark: Lois...
Lois: okay, okay... I just... keep my eyes open, I swear. But if I do see anything, it's not like I can call you from the bullpen
Clark: then I'll call you, at our phoneboot
Lois: you think of it as our phoneboot too?
Clark: just be there at 7
Clark: you're safe now Lois. I'm here
Lois: it's you, you saved me. After all our phone calls I finally have you standing right in front of me and I don't know what to say to you.
Please, let me see your face
Clark: I'm gonna be needing that
Lois: Clark Kent you're back! I was begining to think your family lived on some distant planet
Clark: you must have really missed me
Lois: only because the guy who sat on your desk was a certifiable psychopath. Otherwise I've been so busy I didn't even notice you were gone.
Clark: I missed you too Lois.
Clark: anything exciting happened while I was gone?
Lois: you'll never believe it, but I helped the Blur stop an homicidal maniac.
Clark: really? you know I would love to hear about it.
Lois: okay... well. It all started when this guy showed up with this major grudge against the Blur...
9.03 Rabid
Lois: you can put away the pepper spray Smallville, it's only me
Clark: I wasn't hidding
Lois: looks another thrilling friday night, just you and me flying the red eye on this paper plane. Almost like you never left the cockpit
Clark: It's nice to have my copilot here.
Clark: what's with the bag?
Lois: all nighter survival kit. Comfrot food, Comfort footwear (lol) and comfort music. Chicken soup for my soul.
Clark: Everything okay? You just seem a little off
Lois: The only thing i'm off is a certain blurry butt-kicker's to-do list. A little over a week, and not so much as a,
"sorry, i've been busy saving the world, but got to run."
Clark: I didn't realize the two of you were actually seeing each other now.
Lois: At this point, it's not really seeing so much as still looking, so much as still looking, but a girl's got to hope.
Lois: Okay, get your engines going. Looks like there's a major fire on east brunswick.
Clark: If we're gonna be here all night, i'll get some coffee.
Lois: That's what i love about you, Smallville... i say "fire," you say "food." I'll take mine black.
Lois: That was quick. Do you smell smoke?
Clark: No
Lois: The fire just got put out... by the Blur. He is so amazing. Here you and i are just having a coffee while he's out squelching five-alarm fires in three seconds flat.
Clark: Two seconds. Not that anyone's counting.
Lois: Yeah
Clark: There's a high-speed motorcycle chase out near the bypass.
Lois: At least somebody's getting a little action tonight. Clark, this is ice-cold. Never mind. I'll get it myself.
Clark: that doesn't make any sense. Tess is not the nervous-breakdown type.
Lois: But she is the lying, cheating, scheming type. You keep enough secrets, they start to back up on your brain. Seriously, alien orbs?
Now she's rambling about zombies? It all adds up to "c" for "crazy."
Clark: Just trust me. There's got to be more to the story than that.
Lois: I respect how quickly you managed to get the lowdown on little miss lithium's mental break but sometimes you can be a little gullible.
Clark: Really? Why don't you call your new best friend and get him to weigh in on it?
Lois: I'm not gonna cry wolf just to get a pity call from studly do-right.
Clark: Something tells me he'd side with me on this one, anyway
Lois: Why, because you have so much in common?
Lois: Tess
Clark: come on, Lois. At least wait till she's awake to get your comment.
Lois: Don't you want to find out what made Cruella snap? Tess, what happened to you? Care to comment?
Clark: Lois, are you okay?
Lois: I've thrown down with Tess before, but not quite like that.
Clark: Looks like there may be some truth in her story after all.
Lois: Which is why I'm heading back to the office right now to write it.
Lois: Clark!
Clark: Lois, I'm gonna get you out of here.
Lois: You have no idea what you're up against. I'll get us through this.
Clark: We got to go.
Clark: are you okay?
Lois: that was close
Clark: you're hurt
Lois: I'm okay
Clark: let's get you some place safe
Lois: Do you think they've quarantined the city?
Clark: probably. They found out it was an airborne virus.
Lois: You realize that means we could both have it.
Clark: we can't think like that
Lois: I'm just saying once we go out there, we might not make it.
Clark: Lois
Lois: I'm serious. Those things are everywhere. It would just suck to go out without any... closure. Clark Do you have any deep, dark secrets?
Clark: do you?
Lois: Last year, when i was talking with the red-blue blur... for the first time in my life, i was doing something that mattered. A
nd i wanted to work with him because we did such good things together. But then i started to realize that... I
wasn't just doing it to save people. I was doing it for me. I just wanted to be with him.
Clark: We all get crushes. It doesn't make you a bad person.
Lois: You don't understand. I had never had this connection with someone before. Now that i have this connection,
i don't want to go back to the way things were. This is embarrassing to admit. I don't want to be alone anymore.
Clark: get in here. You'll be safe.
Lois: Clark.
Clark: Someone's got to go for help.
Lois: Please, be careful.
Clark: Everything's gonna be all right. Okay.
Oliver: Good luck, Clark.
Clark: Oliver... she's in your hands now. Don't let her fall asleep.
Clark: it's okay, you're going to be alright
Lois: Clark... Clark what happened?
Clark: we made it
Lois: hey!
Clark: Lois...
Lois: I just came by to say thanks and to apologize if I tried to rip your head off or anything
Clark: you know, you have a pretty mean left hook.
Lois: I don't remember any of that. But I do remember seeing a whole new side of Clark Kent
Clark: which side was that?
Lois: I'll give you a hunt. It starts with "H" and ends with "ero"
Clark: And I wasn't even wearing red or blue
Lois: you've got a long ways to go before you can do that. Still, I think we make a pretty good team
Clark: yeah, we do
Lois: you never did tell me your secret.
Clark: well...
Lois: relax Smallville... keep the mystery. You need to work every last drop if it you've got
9.04 Echo
Lois: Clark, did I miss him?
Clark: if by him you mean me, barely
Clark: I was just trying to call you
Lois: from a payphone?
Clark: apparently
Lois: hellooo Sailor!
Clark: What'd you just say?
Lois: you should get your hearing check, hotstuff
Lois:God, I'm dragging ass today. I should go for coffee. No, actually, I should really get a b12 shot. I have to keep up with Clark. You know, you got to remember what the General always said: on certain days, you wear certain underwear. And today, of all days, you decided to go with a thong.
Lois: Hey Smallville!
Clark: you're in a good mood today
Lois: would be in an even better one if our black-clad hero in hiding would have stuck around long enough for a quote. We'd at least know what the hell happened back there.
Clark: what happened back there is the Blur saved all those hostages, end of story.
Lois: there's always more to the story grasshopper. Word on the street is the bomber isn't the one who flipped the switch. It was on a timer
Clark: why would the bomb be on a timer?
Lois: I don't know, I'm not a mind reader. Why would you take hostages and not make any demands? No voicemails? no e-mails? Just be a big girl and get over the fact that the Blur downgraded you from confident to sidekick to nobody.
Clark: Lois
Lois: Computer's frozen again. Doesn't help that stupid intern Jeff took the last stupid maple doughnut from the stupid doughnut box.
Clark: Here you go. My eyes are bigger than my stomach this morning
Lois: no. Okay, I love you!
Clark: A bump in blood sugar might help you from punching someone
Lois: True. Give me that.
Lois: Whyever whoever did what he did, he couldn't have picked a less-interesting place to have done it. Run-of-the-mill textile factory?
Clark: Run-of-the-mill textile factory, which is a subsidiary of Queen Industries. You think it would be enough to get Oliver's attention.
Lois: That only matters if Ollie's sober enough to give a crap
Clark: yeah, you might be right.
Lois: what'd you say?
Clark: what?
Lois: what?
Lois: Look, I know loose lips sink ships, but tight ones don't do a hell of a lot of good, either. Listen, Chatty Cathy, we just need one answer. You were actually a hostage, right? This one's getting us nowhere.
Woman: Do not let them find out. They can't send me back. My baby needs me.
Clark: It's okay. You can talk to us. We're not I.N.S.
Woman: I am sorry. I saw a man.
Lois: Let me get this straight. You're saying the guy who took you hostage short and fat, but also.. tall.
Clark: it's clear that this is the most excitement you've had probably ever. Now, you can mislead us, but interfering with a police investigation to keep yourself in the limelight will only land you in jail. Is that understood?
Lois: I haven't seen you eat a thing all day. Owed you from earlier, low blood sugar and all.
Clark: aaaw, look at this. Thanks for taking care of me
Lois: Wait, now we're even
Lois: what else did you find out
Clark: Mr. Murphy, our mystery man's puppet, just got out of surgery. He's still unconscious.
Lois: I've hit enough dead ends for today. Really no reason for us to keep hanging out here, then, huh?
Clark: you're absolutely right. Why don't we just call it a night?
Lois: that's good. I have plans. Lifetime and some chunky monkey or rocky road. Maybe both
Clark: Lois! I was hoping that we could grab something to eat tonight once we finish up. You know... you said yourself I hadn't eaten all day.
Lois: Is Clark Kent asking me out on a date? like a date date?
Clark: I'm not saying we should go on a date.
Lois: ow!
Clark: just something... like a date
Lois: as sweet as that notion is Smallville, this is Metropolis, on a saturday night. We ain't getting in anywhere without a reservation.
Except maybe the truck rally downtown, but there's no way he'd ever...
Clark: we could probably still get tickets to the monster-truck rally down at the coliseum. It doesn't start for a few more hours.
Lois: Shut up!. I'll meet you there. Standard protocol... two cars at the beginning of the night, no drama at the end of it.
Clark: Lois!
Lois: I can handle this, Smallville. You've already done enough tonight.
Clark: what are you doing here?
Lois: Standing in the shadow of 6 1/2 feet of handsome. No Lois, he doesn't get off that easy. Kick his ass!. Do you honestly think that stacked parking, not having a cocktail dress, and being three steps behind you on your mystery-man story was gonna stand in my way? did you? Or that you hid the fact that Oliver returned, for the sake of an article? Clark! you can't get rid of me that easily! I have the internet on my phone.
Clark: I can explain
Lois: oooh ohhh. I know how the boys' club works. You wanted to scoop me on a story. Prose before Hos.
Clark: Now, wait a second...
Guy: good evening
Lois: How could you be so stupid Lois? This was never about more than a story. Maybe it never will be.
For your sake, there better be an open bar, because I think that bone dawg has my purse in his truck
Clark: Now Lois, I don't need your help on this one, I can do it on my own.
Lois: maybe you'd like to think that you can, but we all know there's no way
Clark: this is my headline
Lois: Oh, God, why would you let yourself get attached Lois, you know better than that. They always leave. You know what? Maybe you're right. I'm gonna get some air, some really private air. I'm ouy of here. Good luck flying solo.
Clark: you missed all the excitement last night.
Lois: If I remember correctly, it wasn't my excitement to have missed. Was it? I was expecting to read about the exploits of Metropolis' journalistic savior this morning.
Clark: That's the thing, I think I may have bitten off more than I can chew
Lois: Really? What's this?
Clark: it's me asking for help. I didn't exactly finish my story last night and I missed the deadline.
Lois: okay
Clark: I guess I'm not ready to fly solo just yet.
Lois: the sky is a big place
Lois: there, looks like you've got one too many names on there
Clark: I just thought you'd want to have some creative input
Clark: Lois I am sorry for letting you down
Lois: is this an olive branch? cause there better be a whole tree somewhere in here... and maybe a new pair of jeans too.
It's not every day Lois Lane allows herself to be stood up
Clark: then it's a good thing it was only like a date. I don't even know how someone would get a second date after messing things up like that
Lois: well, if people were to try that again they might want to do it on a slower news day...hypothetically speaking.
Clark: but those don't come along very often
Lois: no
Clark: I'm sure people would make sure they got it right the next time. Hypothetically speaking, of course.
Lois: my thoughts exactly
Part 2
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