Clark: You were drinking, right? Lois: Those days are over. No mais alcohol. And that includes cough syrup and rum cakes.
Clark: Lois, what are you doing here? Lois: I could ask you the same question, but it seems fairly obvious, hef.
Clark: [To Geoff] I’m sorry. She’s under a lot of stress lately. Lois: No. Stress is when you’re stuck in traffic or you have a midterm for a class you’ve never been to. I’m out on bail and looking to be locked up for manslaughter.
Geoff: I can’t tell you how to pick your friends, Clark, but that chick seems like trouble. Clark: I’m starting to figure that...