: I had search parties scouring half the world for you. Lex Luthor
: Looks like
you picked the wrong half.
Lana: What do you think you'll be doing for a living?
Clark: I don't know. As long
as it doesn't involve wearing a suit and doing a lot of flying.
Clark: What are you trying to tell me dad, that I'm from another planet? I suppose you stashed my spaceship
in the attic.
Jonathan: Actually, it's in the storm cellar.
Chloe: [angrily] You know, most men are from Mars, Clark, but you're from some distant
galaxy that I've never even heard of.
Chloe: Can you fly?
Clark: I'm an alien, not a cartoon.