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,...
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