Lois: You’ve just been hit by 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 by lightning every year? Hardly any. You know how many survive? Even less. And the number who get picked up by lost drivers? Zero. So far, you’re three for three, so how about a little less complaining and a little more forward motion.

Clark: You talk a lot.
Lois: Well, I’m just not very comfortable with uncomfortable silence, and you’re not exactly keeping up with your end of the conversation.

Lois: [To Martha.] Don’t take it personally. He doesn’t even remember his own name. [Lois shakes Martha's hand.] Lois Lane. I found him lying in a field near Route 31.
Martha: Thank you for helping him.
Lois: I guess I’m a sucker for stray dogs and naked guys. Okay, that didn’t come out right. It’s been a long night, and I am nicotine deprived.

Lois: Yeah. [Lois goes back to pour more coffee.] Were she and Clark ever an item?
Martha: Oh, I think for a minute, but–
Lois: It’s funny, I never thought she’d fall for the farm boy type.
Martha: Trust me, that can happen to the best of us.
Lois: Not me. Give me a nerd with glasses any day of the week.
Martha: Clark has many sides.
Lois: Yeah, I’ve seen several of them already.

Lois: I hate myself for being weak. I just knew that the moment I came here, it would make it real. I promise I’ll find out who did this to you. Even if I have to do it alone.
Clark: [From behind Lois.] You’re not alone.
Lois turns around, annoyed, to see Clark holding a bunch of flowers.
Lois: A fact you could’ve shared before you were breathing down my neck.

Lois: I’m glad to see we’ve moved beyond the “clothing optional” stage of our relationship. I’m surprised you even remember who I am.
Clark: Chloe’s cousin. [He walks toward her.] Nicorette addiction, can’t stand uncomfortable silences.

Lois: I’m just the only one doing something about it.
Clark: I get the feeling you like to do things yourself.
Lois: My dad raised me to be independent and self-sufficient.
Clark: [Slightly stinging, but friendly.] That would be one way to describe you.

Clark: [Smiles.] Look, why don’t you let me help you find out who did this to Chloe? Come on, you can stay at our house while you’re in town. [Lois hesitates.] It beats living out of your car.
Lois: [Accepting.] Thanks. But you should know I don’t pay attention to curfews and I never make my bed. I’ll give you some time alone.