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