CLERK 1 : Next, please.
Come on, come on.
CLERK 2: Next.
Name.
Gus Gorman.
[INDlSTlNCT CHATTER]
Ah, yes. August Gorman.
Have you looked for work this week?
-Yes. -What kind?
-Kitchen technician. -Dishwasher. Any luck?
No, but--
Mr. Gorman, according to our records, you've been unemployed for 36 weeks.
No, it's 35.
Not counting this week.
You secured employment in June as a messenger and were discharged after...
-...one day for losing-- -No, they said I lost it.
I did not lose it! It was stolen by a pickpocket.
A television set?
It was a teeny-tiny, teeny-weensy Japanese television set.
The other employment you found was in a fast-food joint, which lasted...
...28 minutes?
That's some kind of record. Talk about fast.
Those people are crazy. They expect you to learn that stuff in one day.
"Hold the lettuce. Hold the ketchup. Can l have some sauce, please?"
-Mr. Gorman-- -"Two buns. No buns. Some cheese."
Mr. Gorman, the city of Metropolis is generous to a fault, but--
I'm not the fault!
Thirty-six weeks of chronic unemployment.
Thirty-six weeks of living off the taxes of hard-working citizens.
-Do you know what you are? -Don't call me a bum, I'm not a bum!
You are, I was about to say, no longer eligible.
-Well, look-- -Next.
Wait. What about this week? I need this week!
Next.
You mean, that's it?
"Finished," like "over"?
[PHONE RlNGS]
CLERK 2: Next.
GUS: "Next" as in "bye."
CLERK 2: Next!
Name.
Excuse me, brother, can l have a light?
-How you doing, Alex? VENDOR: Hi, Jimmy.
[SKATER YELLS]
[PEOPLE YELL]
[DOG BARKS]
[INDlSTlNCT CHATTER]
[PENGUlN CHIRPS]
[DOGS BARK]
[GLASS BREAKS]
Huh? Ah.
[PENGUlN CHIRPS]
[PAPER TEARS]
[MAN GRUNTS]
Excuse me.
[GUNFlRE AS PEOPLE SCREAM]
[INDlSTlNCT CHATTER AND SHOUTlNG]
MOTHER: Say thank you.
Wow!
Way to go, Superman!
[DOG BARKS]
VOICE [ON MACHlNE]: Your drink is on its way.
WOMAN: Sir.
Excuse me...
...but what if you wanna program two bilateral coordinates at the same time?
You can't do that. It's impossible.
WOMAN: But if you can't-- -Oh, no.
Computer technology is very advanced, young lady, but it can't do that.
WOMAN: But if you think we can't do it that way, what happens--?
GUS: Sir.
TEACHER: Good Lord.
How did you do that?
I don't know. l just did it.
PERRY: Who's this? JlMMY: That's him, Ross Webster.
JlMMY: Just after he received the award for Humanitarian of the Year.
He is good-looking.
Because I gave him f.2 at a 50th.
One thing I don't understand...
...the point of the story Lois wrote is how Ross got this great honor...
...and you bring me one picture of him and 1 5 pictures of this other person.
PERRY: Who is she? -Lorelei Ambrosia. She's Webster's--
She's just Webster's. Let's leave it at that.
PERRY: Who's this other woman? JlMMY: His sister, Vera Webster.
PERRY: Picture looks fuzzy. -What?
The picture's fine, chief. She looks like that in real life.
-She's VP of Webscoe lndustries. -l really don't understand you.
A boring banquet and you bring me 3000 boring pictures.
Yet Superman saves a man from drowning on Third Avenue...
...while you just stand there and you don't bring me one picture!
Chief, I didn't have my camera with me.
A photographer eats with his camera. A photographer sleeps with his camera.
-l'm glad I'm a writer. -Mr. White, please.
It's time for you to draw this month's winning JINGO number.
Prize is an all-expenses trip to South America.
-l don't know why the idiot in Circulation-- CLARK: Good morning.
-Hi, Clark. -Hi, Lois. Morning, Jimmy.
You've got mustard on your lapel.
Excuse me, Mr. White, I hate to interrupt--
Sorry. l'm busy. I got a paper to get out here.
It'll never replace the printing press.
-What's the number, Mr. White? -Fifty-three.
-Mr. White-- SECRETARY: Fifty-three!
CLARK: Mr. White-- -You've got to pull three more numbers.
I promised l'd call them back today. What do you think?
-Well, l don't know, Kent-- -l think it'd make a terrific story.
What's a terrific story?
Kent's been invited to his high-school reunion.
-Say. CLARK: Yeah.
Could we have the next number?
It's practically an American institution. lsn't it?
I don't know, Mr. Kent. Most of the people l know are still in high school.
Thirty-three.
What l thought this story would be about, Mr. White, is--
SECRETARY: Thirty-three.
--is how much the typical small town has changed in the last 1 5 years.
Take me, for example:
Can l really go back to middle America now as a Metropolis sophisticate?
I'm really excited about this. In fact, l was looking around...
...in my closet last night...
...and l even found my old high-school sweater.
-Smallville. -Mr. White.
Can l go ahead and make my travel plan?
Same question about mine.
Tell your people the prodigal son and his photographer are coming home.
Oh, gee, thanks, Mr. White.
It isn't easy for me to lose one of my best reporters.
-That's okay. -You deserve the vacation, Lois.
Thank you.
Lois, are you going someplace?
Clark, you know some people get to go all the way to Smallville...
...and then there are others of us who have to go to Bermuda.
Golly.
LOIS: Bye. JlMMY: Bye, Miss Lane.
-Have fun. -Mr. White, the next number, please.
Well, l guess I better be going too.
So l'll be going.
Bye.
Couldn't we get a computer to do this?
-Hey, what is this? -First paycheck.
This is the first rip-off, man! We're supposed to get 225 a week, right?
This says, "$143.80." How am l supposed to live on that?
State tax, federal tax, social security tax--
It's so you're still getting some money when you hit 65.
So l'm getting money when l--? 65?
I want mine now!
I want to enjoy it while I'm young. I wanna get up and get down. Boogie.
Actually, it's probably more like $143.80 and one half cent.
There are always fractions left over, but big corporations round it down.
What do I do with half a cent? Buy a thoroughbred mouse?
Everybody loses those fractions?
They don't lose them. You can't lose what you never got.
Then what happens? The company gets them?
They can't be bothered collecting that from your paycheck any more than you.
Then what happens to them?
Well, they're just floating around out there. The computers know where.
How many sugars?
One and a half.
It's quitting time, Gus. You coming?
Yeah. No, actually, l got some stuff to finish up, so....
Working overtime, huh? What are you doing, buddy? Looking for a raise?
Yeah, looking for a raise.
GUS: You bet.
JlMMY: But my Uncle Al on my father's side, he won't eat her stuffing.
He says it should be cooked on the outside. She cooks it on the inside.
My mother told my Aunt Helen. She's my father's half sister.
-l told you that, right? -Yeah.
-And anyway, the family-- -Hey, hey.
-Look at that. JlMMY: Wow.
[SIRENS WAlL]
Okay, your choice: You can turn back or pull over till it's over.
-How long will it take? -Can't tell with these fires.
I mean, that fire-- That's spreading like wildfire.
DRIVER: It's just a building burning.
It's not just a building. That's a chemical plant.
You know what l mean. It's like-- lt's like chemicals.
If any of that stuff goes up in smoke, we're in for a hairy time around here.
-Clark. -Yeah?
I want you to keep these people distracted.
What are you doing?
What am I doing? Remember what the chief said?
A photographer always goes after a story.
That could be dangerous, Jimmy.
Danger goes with the territory, Mr. Kent.
[FlREMEN SHOUT INDISTINCTLY]
Help me!
-How can I help? -Get this man a helmet.
-lt's you. Forget the helmet. -How bad is it?
My God, it's a nightmare. Everything's either expl*sive or flammable or worse.
[EXPLOSlON]
Get the ladder truck in here.
-lt won't reach. -My God, they're trapped!
What's he gonna do? Fly them down one at a time?
[WORKERS YELL]
Let's go! Everybody, down there! Move it!
Come on! Hurry up!
There you go.
Right down there. Take it easy.
All right. Everybody down there!
MAN: Keep moving!
Sir, get out. l'll show you the quickest way.
Go on. Look after the others. I can't leave.
-Why not? -l gotta stay and look after those.
That's concentrated Beltric acid.
If that stuff heats up over 1 80 degrees, we've got a crisis...
...that'll make this fire look like a picnic.
SUPERMAN: What does it do?
CHEMlST: As long as it remains stable, it's just ordinary acid.
But if it begins to heat up, it'll turn volatile.
You'll get a great cloud of smoke that will eat through anything.
Steel, concrete, anything.
[FlREMEN SHOUT INDISTINCTLY]
Who the hell is that?
FIREMAN: Hey, you! Get off of there! -l'm just gonna get a couple more sh*ts.
Ow! Ah!
Tell them to bring their hoses back here! Quickly!
JlMMY: Help!
Help! Help me!
Help! Somebody help me!
-Help! -lt's all right.
-Superman! My leg. -l got you. Take it easy.
All right. We'll go nice and easy.
Okay, l'm sorry. All right? Here we go.
Medics! Over here, please.
That's it. Here you go.
Go easy. lt's the left leg.
-My camera. -Yeah.
It's a clean break right across the fibula.
-My camera. -Sorry, Jimmy. You'll be okay.
Get that fire out, otherwise there'll be an acid cloud all over the Eastern seaboard.
FIREMAN 1 : The pump house is gone! FIREMAN 2: What?
FIREMAN 1 : The pump house! -We've lost the water pressure!
-We've got to have water! -How?
Lake Comooga's five miles from here. We'd need a five-mile hose!
-Where's this lake? -That way.
Tell them it's hopeless.
You told me we had an adequate water supply.
Water!
I tell you, that man's a miracle!
[ROCK MUSlC PLAYS lN SCHOOL]
[PEOPLE CHATTER lNDlSTlNCTLY]
WOMAN: Carol, you got gorgeous!
Look at you.
BRAD: That was against Mid-City. I'll never forget it.
Fourth quarter, score was tied...
...we're back at the 25-yard line.
Coach sends in a play, Right Flanker Option.
You really have grown, Clark.
You look very well, Miss Bannister.
I can't complain. l take the stairs a little slow and l have these spells.
But really, I can't complain.
Lana?
Clark?
Would you excuse me? There's someone I'd really like to say hello to.
Lana?
-Lana Lang? lt's great to see you. -Clark.
-You look wonderful. -Me? No, you look--
-Let me give you a hand with that. -No, no. I can manage.
Uh....
This is the first time you've come back since your mom passed away.
Yeah. l'm sorry.
CLARK: I heard that you and...
-...Donald split up. LANA: Did you eat yet?
No.
Beg your pardon. Excuse me. Sorry.
-That's not right. -No?
You're right about Donald and me, but-- Hold this, okay?
Oh, sure.
Hi, Kent.
Hi. How you doing?
I'm sorry. I'm going nuts. Thanks.
-Clark. -Yeah.
Lana.
Uh-oh. Um....
BRAD: Hey, sweet.
Here l am.
Remember when you were prom queen? All these guys were waiting for a dance?
There's only one guy on your dance card now. Huh, honey?
-That's good old-- -Brad Wilson.
-Hi, Brad. -Hi, Kent.
Long time no see.
You know, see, see, see?
-Come on, Lana. -No, I can't.
-Clark already asked me. -l did?
-Yeah. -Oh, excuse me.
Lana, l haven't danced--
[SLOW MUSlC PLAYS]
Ah, Gorman. Another week, another check.
Don't you have another one for me? I put in a voucher for expenses.
What?
Yeah, yeah.
Here you go.
Ooo....
Thanks for helping me out.
You kidding? A lot of guys would like to be where l am.
You'd be surprised at how many offers l didn't get.
Even Brad wouldn't stick around.
It really isn't easy.
The streamers? Yeah, you just pull, and--
No, not the streamers. Everything.
Not that l'm complaining. It's just that...
...l don't know why, I just feel like I can talk to you.
What?
I feel like I can talk to you!
-You can? -Yes.
-You know something, Lana? -What?
I always....
I always wished that you would.
I mean, even back in high school.
-Remember when you were--? -Queen of the prom.
Then three years after the royal wedding, the king abdicated.
-lsn't that terrible? -Yeah, sure is.
There must be a gallon of potato salad left over.
You know what the problem is?
I don't know, too much mayonnaise?
Donald loved mayonnaise. Why would that be the problem?
No, the problem is, why do l stay in Smallville?
Believe me, l've asked myself that.
Do you know how lucky you are to live in Metropolis? The Big Apricot.
Well, Lana, you could--
Easy to say. But how? What about Ricky?
-Ricky? -My little boy.
-You? Oh, that's great. -Yeah.
I mean, at least here we have a house and l've got a job that pays the bills.
Except for last winter when the fuel bills kept going up and up.
Yeah. Even had to pawn my diamond ring then.
That's a shame.
[CLARK WHISTLES]
You never got married?
-Me? -Yeah.
Well, l was--
No. Not....
[PLAYS PlANO]
You know, years later you can look at someone and think:
"Well, l guess that's the one that got away."
Give me that again, old buddy. Run it by me just one more time.
-Eighty-five thousand dollars. -Missing?
Embezzled, Mr. Webster. Stolen from the firm.
VERA: By whom?
That's what l want to know. By whom? Whom?
WEBSTER: Vera, get ahold of yourself.
Nobody else ever will.
SlMPSON: I don't know.
Whom?
In the old days it was simple.
We kept books, we knew what was going in and what was paid out.
If somebody wanted to rob you...
...they'd come in with a g*n and say, "Stick them up."
Now they get blasted computers to do their dirty work.
My old friend, you are yesterday.
Whoever pulled this caper is tomorrow.
Mr. Webster, it's time for your massage.
Does this woman have the right to burst in--?
Now, now, Vera. Simpson, you know my psychic nutritionist?
-Hello. -We are trying to hold a meeting here.
Why don't you hold your breath instead. Maybe you'll turn blue.
-lmprovement. -l'm about to take a human life.
Simpson, would you excuse us for a second, please?
[ARGUING lNDISTINCTLY]
-Mouths closed. Ears open. -She's a big pig.
I can't have anyone with me who isn't with me.
Now, girls.
Simpson.
Well, old chum. What now?
Kiss the 85 thou goodbye?
Keep on paying the thief his salary until he shakes the money tree again?
-He's bound to slip up sooner or later. -Why?
That's what they always say in the movies.
He won't slip up at all. No, not at all.
He'll keep quietly taking the bread from our mouths.
He'll keep a low profile and won't do a thing to call attention to himself.
Unless, of course, he is a complete and utter moron.
[TlRES SCREECH]
BOY 1 : I'll go first. Andrew.
BOY 2: l'll pick Chris. LANA: You feel good? You feel ready?
LANA Ricky, your shoe.
-You mean, we've gotta take Ricky? -You guys lost the toss.
All right, come on, Ricky.
LANA: Wait, wait-- -Come on, good luck.
-l just can't stand this. -Oh, Lana. lt'll be okay.
I know, I was a late bloomer myself.
It's not just that he's small, he's the only kid in town without a father.
Oh, look. He's stewed to the gills in the middle of the afternoon.
-Gee, all he had was chocolate milk. -No, him.
Hey, sweet thing.
Little kid getting hassled, huh?
-Kent, you still here? -l seem to be, Brad.
All he needs is a few pointers from the old champ here.
I won the all-country bowling trophy two years in a row.
I didn't know that.
Yeah. Natural athlete can play any sport.
Brad, you're just gonna make it worse.
-lt's all right. It'll be okay. -He'll make it worse.
[BOYS GRUMBLE]
You watch, he'll get a spare.
Come on, Ricky.
Hey, kid, you're holding it all wrong.
-Let old Brad show you how it's done. -Brad.
Excuse me. Say, Brad, l think maybe he'll be better off doing it his way.
For a guy lucky to be waterboy, you've got a big mouth.
I don't think he needs a lesson in front of the other kids.
-He needs a man to show him. -He's doing just fine. Excuse me.
Here you go, Ricky.
And give it your best sh*t. Okay? There you go.
Sorry.
Ah-choo!
[BOYS SHOUT]
Gesundheit.
Thank you.
Hey, Gus, the boss wants to see you.
He can see me all right. Hello, Mr. Lewis.
No, not that boss. The boss.
-You mean, the boss... -Yup.
-...wants to see me? -Yup.
Oh, my God, why would he wanna see me?
I mean....
Why would the boss wanna see me?
There's no reason.
Then why'd he--? Oh, I know!
It's my suggestion for the volleyball uniforms.
That's it.
Ross the boss. Ross the boss. The boss!
Be calm. Be cool. Be collected.
Mr. Webster? Mr. Webster?
Mr. Webster, I did not-- Mr. Webster.
WEBSTER: Mr. August Gorman?
GUS: August Gorman here.
I know you're a man of compassion, and l don't wanna go to jail...
...because they have robbers and rapists--
I just wanna ask you one question.
You've been a naughty guy, haven't you?
Come on, admit it now.
You've been just a little bit naughty, haven't you?
-l was kind of-- -That's all right. I understand.
I can-- What do the young folks say today?
"Dig where you're coming from, brother."
-You wanna be rich, right? -How, wha--
I was born rich. Never worn the same pair of socks twice.
GUS: What do you do with your socks?
I don't know. They're laundered and sent to some charitable institution, l think.
Actually, I don't know. Maybe they turn them into dust rags...
...or pen-wipers or something.
Or maybe socks.
Yes! That never occurred to me.
Gus, you know something? You're a genius.
A naughty genius, but what the hell? Nobody's perfect, right? Cheers.
Because of the half-cent thing with the computers.
No, no, because computers rule the world today.
The fellow that can fool the computers can rule the world himself.
I've been searching for somebody who can make these machines...
...do what they're not supposed to. Get my drift?
GUS: Yes! -Gus...
...Webscoe, the Webscoe industrial complex, is a family-owned cartel.
Some magnesium here, some zinc there.
Railroads, farm machinery. You follow me?
GUS: I follow you, sir.
-Gus, do you know what l want now? -No.
I want coffee.
All right. Black, cream, sugar, or--?
No, you don't seem to understand.
Under different company names, I control the price of coffee beans...
...in Venezuela, Brazil, Bolivia, Jamaica and the Republic of Gabon.
But l've got a problem and l think maybe you can help me.
One country won't play ball with me. You know how that can bug a guy, right?
That could bug-- What country?
-Colombia. -Colombia?
Colombia has two important exports, and one of them's coffee.
And l've tried to reason with them. Believe me, l've tried.
But this one miserable, pissant little country...
...has the gall to think it can dictate the economy of an open market. Gus.
Gus, my friend...
...we're going to teach them a lesson, aren't we?
Destroy the entire Colombian coffee crop...
...right down to the last bean.
-The last bean, we are. -Right.
But you got so much. You know, like--
A wise man once said, I think it was Attila the Hun:
"It is not enough that l succeed.
Everyone else must fail."
Seems fair.
-Gus. -What?
You are going to do this for me.
-How? -The weather.
You didn't say your mother was here.
I'm his sister. His baby sister.
Gus, tell me, have you ever heard of Vulcan?
Hi, Ms. Vulcan.
Vulcan is the weather satellite our government put up...
...to monitor the weather.
But if somebody were to reprogram it, it could do much more.
It could make weather.
WEBSTER: Storms and floods.
VERA: Blizzards, heat waves.
How do you do that?
Like everything else in the 20th century, Gus.
You push buttons.
[SHUTTER CLlCKS]
-There you go. -lt's the first time I won anything.
You won my hand, Maury.
But this is the first time I won anything valuable.
Let's get one with the sombreros.
Mr. White, you'll be in this, handing them their plane tickets.
-Why do l have to do this? -Why do l have to do this?
You're lucky l didn't fire you. I get a chance at exclusive photos...
...of history's biggest factory fire.
He comes home with a broken leg and 1 2 melted rolls of film.
It was hot.
Smile, Mr. White.
South America! I can't believe my luck!
See, if you don't want them to trace it back...
...you've gotta punch in to some little rinky-dink outfit...
...that has a little Mickey Mouse computer--
Someplace you can sneak into, right?
Somebody could--
Someplace where nobody knows him so they can't connect him with us.
Webscoe has 1 12 subsidiaries.
They're all linked into the central computer system.
How about someplace...
...small?
DRIVER: Smallville. This is Smallville. We'll have a five-minute stop here.
Mind your step.
Watch your step, please.
Thanks, Selma.
Thanks a lot, Lana. Have a good day, now.
CLARK: Let me help you, Lana.
I'm sorry.
-Thanks, Clark. -Sit down, Buster. Good boy.
RICKY: Come on, Buster, sit down. That's a good boy.
CLARK: Okay. You all set? Great.
Wow.
MAN: I'm not saying another word.
That's it. Okay?
Jesus Christ!
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
Don't they have picnics in Metropolis, Mr. Kent?
Well, not quite like this, Ricky.
-Mom and l do this all the time. -You do?
-l'll help you. -Stay close by and be careful, okay?
Okay, Mom.
RICKY: Come on, Buster. Let's find you a rabbit. Come on. Rabbit.
-This is so nice for him. -Here you go.
It's even nicer when there's a man around, which isn't that often.
-There's a lot of choices. -The good ones are married.
That's why Brad thinks he's God's gift to women.
He won't take no for an answer, but he's the only one asking.
No, Lana, I meant there's a lot of choices here.
This is really quite some picnic. There's...
...some of that.
Green stuff.
Hey, pâté.
Boy, this pâté is really unusual.
I didn't make any-- Oh, Clark.
That's Buster's dog food.
-lt's good. -Don't eat it!
What time's the dog eat?
-This is nice. -Here.
It's all right, Lana.
Thanks.
[BUSTER BARKS]
Hey, where you going? Come on!
Buster, stop messing about!
-How much longer--? -l was just thinking--
-l'm sorry. No, go ahead. -No. You.
Well...
...l was just thinking that...
...somebody like you could do really well in Metropolis.
I suppose I have to face it. l'm not gonna find what I want in Smallville anymore.
Could l make it in Metropolis? What would I do when l got there?
Call me.
-No, I wouldn't wanna call you. -You don't wanna call me?
Yes, l wanna call you, but l wouldn't wanna be a nuisance to you.
I don't think you could ever be a nuisance to me, Lana.
Clark, may l tell you something?
My oil pan is leaking.
See? There's something dripping.
-Can l give you a hand? -No, thanks.
With all the car trouble I have, I studied up on auto repair.
Look at this.
CLARK: Oh, boy.
[CLARK HEARS BUSTER WHIMPERING]
Lana, l think l'll just go see if Ricky's all right. You okay?
Yeah.
FARMER: Gosh, is he all right?
Hi.
Superman?
That's me.
RICKY: Mom! Mom!
There you go. He's all right, but have a doctor check him.
Thank you.
-l'm Lana Lang. This is Ricky. -Nice to meet you.
And this is Clark.
I really have to be going. So long, Ricky. Bye.
We were flying, Mom!
What were you doing, anyway?
I was looking for Buster.
-Buster! Buster! CLARK: l found him!
CLARK: Come on, boy. That's it.
Mr. Kent, Superman was here!
-What? -Yes, he really was.
Aren't you excited?
I'm from Metropolis. I see Superman every day.
You do? Could you get me his autograph?
I don't know. lf I had a nickel for every time some little kid....
[RlNGS BUZZER]
Yeah? What do you want?
We're in big trouble, aren't we?
-What? -We're in big trouble.
First, they lost the invoice.
When they found it, they realized they came up short on a few items.
So l rented a car because l missed the plane from Cleveland. 4:00, you know.
And a flat tire on the highway. What a kicker.
Had to fix it myself with these little pinkies.
And l figured your boss was gonna be real peeved, you know what l mean?
What do you mean?
He is going to hang our butts against the wall.
He wanted this special order installed...
...in his office no later than tomorrow morning.
Let me in because I gotta set it up tonight.
Get all what set up?
Pal, you are a real lifesaver. I mean, a real lifesaver.
-Which way's the office? -Straight on ahead.
-Follow me. -l'm right behind you.
Oh, yeah.
BRAD: Not bad. It's pretty good.
You know what's wrong with this Singapore wing?
GUS: Sling! Singapore Sling.
What's wrong with it?
There's not enough vodka in it.
There's no vodka in it!
What did l tell you? Put some vodka in it.
What did you--? You know.
-Yeah. -There's vodka in it now, buddy.
Yeah, perfect.
-You never do pass out, do you? -Nope.
Never.
Job well done, buddy.
You thought I was drunk too, didn't you? Ha, ha.
Fooled you.
Get the keys, get the keys.
[YELLS]
Somebody's drunk.
Hello, baby!
How's the little baby?
Okay.
All right, let's get down to it. Let's do it.
One, two, button your shoe.
"Both keys at the same time"?
Whoa.
Wait. Wait a minute.
Think you've won, don't you?
The Philly Flash!
[MAKES CAR NOlSES]
Okay, ready?
One, two, three!
Yeah. Now we'll see what we'll see.
[CHUCKLES]
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
Oh.
Oh....
Oh.
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
[HORNS HONK AND PEOPLE SHOUT]
Come on, please.
There it is!
Hello! Now...
...getting down to business.
I am a genius.
I am a....
Longitude...
...and the other thing. Latitude, right?
Oh, look, Maury. A native wedding.
[SPEAKING SPANlSH]
[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
No one said at the Daily Planet that this was the rainy season!
[INDlSTlNCT CHATTER AND SHOUTlNG]
NEWSCASTER: Meteorologists are baffled by the tornado and rainstorms...
...that struck the country of Colombia this afternoon...
...threatening to destroy the nation's entire coffee crop for the next five years.
Gale-force winds up to...
...an incredible 250 miles an hour lashed the countryside...
...while 1 2 inches of rainfall have already been recorded in just one day.
A spokesman for the Department of Meteorology said this was, I quote:
"The most awesome display of natural forces since Noah's ark."
If l laugh any harder, l'll split my sides!
--to defy all laws of weather systems known to science.
What a shame.
Poor little Colombia. Well....
[WEBSTER CHUCKLES]
[SCREAMS]
I'm gonna get you for that, you big silly!
Bubba, do you realize what we're on to?
WEBSTER: Do I?
Every time a drunk sobers up, he'll drink Webster coffee.
Why stop at coffee?
A cup of coffee gets the world off to work in the morning.
But what keeps the world working?
Diet soda?
Vera, you mean...? You mean--?
Today, coffee.
Tomorrow, the oil!
-Oil? -lf Gus can push the right buttons--
I can have it all. Holy cats!
All the oil.
All the pumps.
All the tankers.
This is some nifty idea, Vera.
GUS: Boss? WEBSTER: Very nifty.
-Just the man l want to see. -Boss, it is not my fault.
Isn't it neat? There--
-What's not your fault? -Superman.
How was l to know he was gonna start doing his thing...
...when you started doing your thing?
VERA: What are you talking about? -What am l talk--?
It was just on television, man. Didn't you see it?
Don't call me "man."
I just saw Colombia bite the dust. That's all.
You didn't see the man come flying out of the sky from the clouds? It was him!
With his cape flapping in the--
His cape was flapping in the wind!
He was flying! He was great!
He was just flying around....
His cape was blowing in the wind like this. It looked like a flag!
And he landed right in the middle of this big plantation!
And he checked everything out with his x-ray vision.
And then he put these laser beams out of his eyes onto everything.
Straight-out laser points.
Dried up everything!
Just like that!
I'm talking about drying it up, like machines in the men's rooms.
You know what l mean?
Hot air comes out when you put your hands under.
Sometimes they don't work, right?
But Superman's worked!
You think he stood around to take bows? Not this man.
No, sir. He flies off again. Right?
Then he saw what really caused the trouble.
He flew into the tornado...
...went down to the bottom of it, and turned it upside down!
He made the little end on top and the big end on the bottom!
I was gonna go crazy!
I've never seen nothing like it.
The big end was on the bottom.
Little end on the top.
Mr. Ross, it was-- The big....
Superman's bad.
I'll say he was.
I mean, he was bad!
No.
No!
Here, let me help.
-lt was a perfect plan. lt was foolproof! -And we were the fools.
It's not my fault. I did what I was supposed to do.
He ruined it. That lousy do-gooder ruined it.
Now that he's pulled off this stunt, he'll try and ruin my oil scheme too.
-l've got to get rid of him. -How?
sh**t him? You know about him and b*ll*ts.
-Kryptonite. -What?
Or krypton-ham, or krypton-heimer?
I forget what you call it, but it's stuff that can hurt Superman.
-How would you know about that? -l know a few things.
I know, from the graffiti l saw.
WEBSTER: Wait a second.
She's right.
Kryptonite. I remember reading about it in an interview with him.
VERA: Where does it come from?
WEBSTER: The same planet Superman came from: Krypton.
VERA: Where is Krypton?
GUS: It's nowhere.
It blew up in space, years ago.
They sent Superman here from there when he was just a baby.
I know some things too.
Wait a minute. You know what happens when a planet explodes.
-Debris. Things floating in space. VERA: So?
So all we have to do is find out where in heaven Krypton used to be.
Then we get good old Gus to contact the Vulcan satellite.
Old Gus has been doing some thinking.
Good. That's why I keep you around.
Yeah. l've been thinking that l'm not making enough money for this gig.
Gus, if there's anything I hate...
...it's greed.
Greed? Mr. Ross, just a minute.
Let me tell you something.
I can't ski!
[YELLS]
WEBSTER: Once Gus contacts the Vulcan satellite...
...he orders it to search through space...
...around where Krypton went bye-bye.
Then the laser probe locks on to a floating chunk of Kryptonite.
The computer analyzes the components...
...and the boys at the lab duplicate the stuff down here.
GUS: "Unknown"?
"Unknown"?
What the hell, he ain't gonna smoke it.
SECRETARY: Mr. White can't be responsible.
Where is he?
Please, Mr. Stokis.
He'll pay for this.
Get out your wallet!
PERRY: Good morning. STOKlS: Don't you "good morning" me.
"Old, old relationships suddenly seem very much the same.
The prettiest girl in the school--"
--is still the prettiest girl in the school.
[PHONE RlNGS]
-Hello? LANA: Hello. Oh, hi, Clark.
Lana! Hi, I was just thinking about you.
Oh, um....
Listen, l have a problem with Ricky.
Why? What happened to Ricky?
It's Superman's autograph you got him. He got carried away...
...and told the kids Superman was coming on his birthday.
Okay, it was wrong...
...but when Wednesday comes and Superman doesn't show, it's gonna....
Well, Lana, in this case I think I can go ahead and speak for Superman.
I mean, he and l are pretty close, you know.
And you can tell Ricky that Superman will be there on Wednesday, all right?
Well, he's gonna get the best home-cooked meal he's had...
...in a long time.
-Tell Superman we think he's wonderful. -All right.
-But, Clark... -Yeah?
...you're the best.
And l'll take it to the Supreme Court if I have to.
But it wasn't our fault. It was an act of God.
In a church?
SClENTlST: Hey!
Here's that compound you ordered.
Can't imagine what you want with it.
But you got it.
What the hell am l afraid for? I'm from Earth.
[MARCHlNG BAND PLAYS]
SUPERMAN: Lana, l really wasn't expecting all this.
I guess they did get a little carried away.
Superman, we all know...
...that you're not looking for honors and awards.
But when we heard that you were coming to see your pal Ricky...
...we realized that this was our chance to say thank you.
First, for putting out the Lake Comooga fire.
And not least, for saving little Ricky.
So since you already have the key to our hearts...
...Superman...
...may l present you with the key to the city.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you.
[HONKS HORN]
As you were.
Now listen up.
I just came in directly...
...from the Pentagon...
...and you better believe there's a damn good reason that l did.
Because God has given us...
...one of the greatest gifts in the world:
Chemicals.
Now, you people, you like to go sit in church on Sunday, don't you?
You like to sit and watch the Super Bowl.
CROWD: Yeah.
Sit on what?!
You sit on molded, plastic seats!
Molded to your well-fed behinds.
Now, l don't have to tell you that America leads the world...
...in high-grade plastics.
We cannot afford a chemical-plastics gap.
Now, listen to me.
Do you want...
...our president of the United States sitting down...
...to write a peace treaty...
...and have his ballpoint pen bust open...
...and the ink run out all over his nice, clean pants...
...in front of the world leaders?
CROWD: No. No.
Now, we all know...
...that last week, half of this great nation of ours...
...almost bit the b*llet...
...if it wasn't for this man here.
[CHEERlNG]
And all l can say is, thank the Lord for Superman.
Superman, you saved our bacon...
...and l'd like to show our gratitude.
This is a small token of our appreciation...
...to show to you for saving us from a chemical-plant disaster.
Thank you very much, general.
This is very nice. Thank you.
[CROWD CHEERS]
[MARCHlNG BAND PLAYS]
It's very nice.
Unknown. How am l supposed to know what "unknown" means?
It means unknown. lt means nobody knows what it means.
-Hello, boss? WEBSTER: Gus?
-Gus Gorman here. -I know that. How did it go?
You know how they're always trying to find the secret recipe...
...in that chicken in the bucket?
And nobody seems to know the ingredient...
...because it's unknown, right?
In the Kryptonite there was an unknown element and Superman didn't die.
He didn't die.
I ask you to k*ll Superman...
...and you're telling me you couldn't even do that one simple thing.
Hello?
[BUSTER WHlMPERlNG]
[BUSTER BARKlNG]
He hasn't had an afternoon nap for years.
This is the biggest day of his life. I don't know how to thank you.
You did with that wonderful lunch.
Oh, well, l do like to cook.
-You'll take some coffee? -Yes, please.
-Decaffeinated, of course. -Right.
[PHONE RlNGS]
Hello? Yes.
What?
Oh, really?
Yeah, he's here.
I'll tell him. Okay, thanks. Bye-bye.
Superman, that was my friend Betty.
There's an accident on the bridge. A trailer crashed through the rail.
It's hanging off the bridge and the driver's in the cab.
I'm sorry. I hate to make you rush off.
Well, there's no rush.
-But the bridge-- -lt's okay. l always get there on time.
Come on, let's relax a little.
It's unusual finding a good-looking girl like you alone like this.
Listen, are you sure you shouldn't do something about the bridge?
What bridge?
You're right.
I have to get going.
[SIREN WAILS]
OFFlCER: Get him out of there. Come on.
Get him out! Get him out quick!
Come on. Get him away. That thing's gonna go.
MAN: Everybody okay? Joe?
What can I do to help?
Not much of anything now.
If only you'd got here a minute sooner.
[SPEAKING ITALlAN]
"At a special session of the General Assembly...
...1 78 countries voted to censure Superman...
...with only Colombia abstaining."
I can tell you one thing.
He wasn't so mean and nasty the other day in Smallville.
In fact, he was so full of niceness...
...l hated laying that big chunk of....
Kryptonite. Don't you see?
That stuff we ran off in the lab wasn't a complete failure after all.
Right after Gus gave it to him, he started to turn into...
...an ornery, evil, malicious, selfish--
-A normal person. -Yes.
And now that Superman is out of the nice-guy business....
We can get to work on that oil.
[LAUGHS]
[BAND PLAYS AS PEOPLE CHEER]
ANNOUNCER: And now, the supreme moment, as the last runner...
...the one given the great honor of lighting the ceremonial flame...
...runs the last leg of a marathon that began seven days ago...
...as this torch has been passed from athlete to athlete...
...for 970 miles...
...across the country.
How can he say that pure categories have no objective meaning...
...in transcendental logic? What about synthetic unity?
Hi, honey! Am I in your way?
-Stick around, you may learn something. -Hi, Lorelei.
All the oil tankers in the world are totally controlled by computers.
They tell them where to go, how much oil to pick up...
...and where to deliver it.
Don't they have captains on these ships?
Yes, but they don't need them.
That's a throwback to some sentimental, seafaring baloney.
VERA: You will command the tankers to sail toward a 50-mile area...
...in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.
And do what?
And do nothing.
Just sit there.
How are all the people gonna get their oil?
You catch on fast, old buddy.
Every oil pump in America is run by--
-Computers. l know. -Will you stop interrupting?!
I'm sorry.
You will command the pumps to stop pumping.
WEBSTER: Then l want you to program one special command...
...into all these systems.
Tell them these orders are irreversible.
So it would be impossible for anybody to switch them back.
Can you do this for me, old buddy?
Old pal?
You know, you get your way all the time.
And it's not right.
I wanna know when l get a taste.
I think you've already had a taste of freedom, haven't you?
Or would you prefer jail?
You can't run that jail number on me.
Because I know I mean more to you out here doing things for you...
...than sitting in jail doing nothing for nobody.
I see.
What do you want?
What? A wastebasket?
No. These are plans.
Blueprints.
-For what? -A computer.
-We've already got computers. -No, not like this.
There's not a computer like this in the whole world anyplace.
It doesn't exist. You see...
...we have to build it.
What will it do?
Anything I tell it.
What will it do for me?
For you? It will do anything you tell me to tell it to do for you.
LORELEI: Wow.
Tell me.
GUS: First of all, if anyone att*cks this machine or anything...
...the computer counterattacks it.
I mean, it finds their weaknesses and wipes them out.
WEBSTER: Right, old buddy.
You deal with my oil and l'll build you your machine.
GUS: Okay, I'll do it.
But I'm not so sure about this irreversible business.
They all kind of went-- What the hell?
WEBSTER: That's it. The last tanker.
They're all mine now. All mine.
Yay.
VERA: Not quite.
What's that in the upper-middle quadrant?
It's a tanker.
And it's going the wrong way.
Skipper?
There it is again. "Proceed immediately to...
...latitude 30 north, longitude 45 west.
There await further orders."
Hell, that's the middle of the Atlantic.
I'm not taking my ship there just to await further orders...
...no matter what that says.
We're supposed to go to Metropolis, and we're going to Metropolis.
All right.
MAN 1 : That's where she is. Yeah.
MAN 2: Come on, get it up there.
OFFlCER [ON PA]: Miss?
Miss, can you hear me?
Listen, we are here to help you.
Don't jump. l repeat, do not jump!
Thought you'd never get here.
Don't expect me to save you. I don't do that anymore.
Don't worry.
I'm long past saving.
[CHUCKLES]
Well...
...don't let me keep you from anything.
I'm not in a rush.
What did you have in mind?
Lots of things.
Oh, yeah?
Ooo....
If you'll just do me one little favor first.
What's that?
Well....
See, there's this little boat...
...and it's not going where it's supposed to go and....
SAlLOR: Stop all engines!
Stop all engines!
[EMERGENCY HORN BLOWS]
Hi.
How about a little après-ski?
Champagne?
Take your turn like everybody else!
Stop it!
He's coming over here, Martha.
MAN 1 : Don't you do that!
WOMAN: Don't! Please!
MAN 2: Hit him with your handbag!
Help me! Please, help me. Somebody's b*ating up my husband.
-l've gotta call the police. -Jack, go with her, okay?
The third one today, and at night it's worse.
Somebody's behind this.
You can't tell me there's no oil.
You can't say someone's not getting rich off this.
Someone's always getting rich.
You know who suffers? The small guy.
NEWSCASTER: The East Coast gets the brunt of the spill.
[WORKERS SHOUT INDISTINCTLY]
No, I cannot go out with you tonight.
No. I'm busy tomorrow night too.
Oh, yeah? Doing what?
I'll think of something. Look...
-...I gotta go. Ricky needs me. -Lana.
Brad, please stop calling me. I've told you!
Well, you listen to me, huh?
You better start appreciating old Brad.
What else you got in Smallville?
What else have I got in Smallville?
I think I got the right answer.
So do l.
Smallville Airport, what flights do you have to Metropolis tomorrow?
-Where do I put this? -Over there.
-Where do you want this? -Put it up there.
[PEOPLE CHATTER lNDlSTlNCTLY]
WOMAN: Are you kidding? l'm not going in there.
Hey, hey. Come on.
MAN: Just leave him alone.
I can't get through. Something's happening.
MAN: Hey, look! Superman's drunk!
-l wanna see what's happening here. -Ricky. Ricky!
-Ricky. -Yeah, that's right.
-Thank you. -lt's a disgrace, that's what it is.
I'll tell you, nobody's ever gonna trust that creep again.
He's washed up.
What are you looking at? Huh?
RICKY: Excuse me. Superman? lt's me, Ricky.
Ricky from Smallville.
Tell them you won't hurt anybody!
He's changed.
No! Maybe he's just sick.
Superman, please get better!
LANA: He's not listening to you.
Yes, he is. He can hear me. He's got super-hearing.
Superman, you're just in a slump!
You'll be great again!
You can do it, Superman!
Superman, you can hear me, can't you?
Superman, you're just in a slump.
You'll be great again. You can do it, Superman.
Superman, you can hear me, can't you?
[YELLS]
MAN 1 : He's gone nuts!
Come on!
[CHUCKLES]
I can give as good as l get.
Oh, yeah? All right, come on! Come on!
Come on! Come on!
What's the matter, Kent? Too warm for you, huh?
Come on, chicken! Come and get me.
You've been on my nerves a long time!
[GRUNTS]
[YELLS]
You always wanted to fly, Kent.
Now's your chance.
[CLARK YELLS]
[CLARK GRUNTS]
[GASPlNG]
Skipper!
God, would you look at that!
WEBSTER: Miss Lorelei Ambrosia isn't at home right now.
But if you'd care to leave a message...
...why not deliver it to her in person?
So you've finally shown your true colors.
Well, if you're looking for us, here's where you'll find us.
Do drop in.
LORELEI: Wow, this is fun!
Fun? The fun's just starting.
Wait till Superman finds us, then you'll see some fun.
Wait, you gonna mess with Superman?
VERA: Let's go. l want to be ready for him when he falls into our trap.
I just don't see why you can't balloon down like the rest of us.
Well....
No way.
I just don't believe a man can fly.
LORELEI: Watch out, horsy!
Don't, don't, don't.
Just don't try to fly.
Don't try to fly!
Will you get out of my way!
-Hurry! Hurry up! -l am hurrying.
LORELEI: l can't see anything. VERA: Turn on the light.
LORELEI: Where's the light switch? VERA: Where do you usually find it?
LORELEI: l don't know. I guess I'll check the doorway.
God, it's pitch-black in here. Oh, that's better.
Wow, what a jukebox!
WEBSTER: I told you, didn't l?
There. The ultimate computer!
It does everything a computer can do and 1 000 things none of them can do.
VERA: Let's give it a dry run.
WEBSTER: Wait a minute. We've gotta wait for Gus.
VERA: Who needs Gus?
-He's the only one who can operate it. VERA: Like fish he is!
I know enough about computers to put a Ph.D. to shame.
Come now, brother dear, you didn't think...
...l was gonna let that little man run the show, did you?
Why don't peons tidy up when they're done?
Come on, Bubba, it's showtime.
Engage those buttons to activate the alpha circuit...
...and lock the modular grid.
You! Activate circuits 29 through W-7...
...and start full-power coordinates on exterior defensive systems.
In other words, push this red button.
How did you know about that?
[BEEPlNG]
He's here!
VERA: Good. Let's give him something to worry about.
Now, let's see....
Tracking systems locked.
Let the games begin.
LORELEI: Don't tense up now, honey.
VERA: Come on, Bubba, you're wasting your rockets.
Come on, Superman!
Let him have it, Ross.
VERA: Bubba, keep f*ring.
Keep him occupied while l get the MX ready.
GUS: What the hell is going on?
VERA: You keep your rockets coming. He won't notice the m*ssile till too late!
VERA: So much for your catlike reflexes.
Oh, God!
Ha, ha!
No more. Look, you sit.
Sit, sit!
Help!
Hello? Forget you, jackass!
WEBSTER: That's him out of the way.
Sis, how would you like to control all the world's weapons systems?
Baby!
It's Daddy!
Hey, what are you doing with my baby?
Gus, old buddy, genius. Come up and join the fun.
He's still coming. Arm the inner defenses.
All right, the game's over.
Hi, honey.
I don't know you, lady.
But the other night....
I'm sorry, but that wasn't me.
That guy's gone.
And you're next, Webster.
WEBSTER: Never underestimate the power of computers.
How do you like it?
SUPERMAN: l think it's typical of people like you, Webster.
Instead of helping others, the four of you just wanna help yourselves.
Four of you?
You mean, us? Four? Wait--
Hey, man!
That's only his last name. He likes to be called "Superman."
See, l'm not with them, Superman.
You could've fooled me, mister.
WEBSTER: That's very good.
VERA: Let's see how long he can carry on without any air.
[SUPERMAN GASPS]
He's still coming! He's going to get me!
Don't bet on it!
[SUPERMAN GROANS]
You're hurting him.
-That's Kryptonite! VERA: Yes.
-This time we got it right! -You're a genius.
You've invented a machine that can find anybody's weak spot.
Congratulations, old buddy.
You'll go down in history as the man who k*lled Superman!
I'm-- No.
Superman!
No!
VERA: Where do you think you're going? WEBSTER: Never mind.
WEBSTER: Turn the power up. LORELEI: Hasn't he had enough?
WEBSTER: Turn it up!
Power! More power!
Whoa!
Ow!
Seventy-five. Current 7.75.
There's a current level of 7 that is not supposed to be on bar--
Oh, here it is!
[COMPUTER POWERS DOWN]
WEBSTER: What's going on?
I don't know. The power's gone.
Gus must have pulled the plug out.
It worked.
It worked! l got it!
WEBSTER: What have you got?
-Give me that screw. -This screw?
-That screw. -Never!
WEBSTER: Hey, wait. l can't see.
[WEBSTER GRUNTS]
VERA: What?
Holy--!
LORELEI: No! Make it stop!
I can't! lt's out of control!
But how? Where's it getting the power from?
It's feeding itself.
It wants to live!
[CAR HORNS HONK AND PEOPLE SCREAM]
It's this thing here. We'll go to the zoo.
I'll do that tomorrow, and then we'll go on to the--
-What's happening? -lt's okay, Ricky.
Put the lights on!
Stop it! You're k*lling him!
Stop it!
Hey. Put me down!
Don't leave us alone in here! Superman!
Oh, l get it.
The coaxial energy shaft is engaging the grid source factor. Right.
We're through, frogface. I'm splitting.
Hey, wait a minute!
Girls. Girls, come out of there!
Help me! Please!
Sis?
Oh, my God.
What is that?
[SCREAMS]
Lorelei!
Sis, it's your Bubba!
Help me. Help!
Superman!
Honey!
Honey, l'm stuck here! Help! What about me?
Look out!
[SCREAMS THEN GRUNTS]
Bubba?
Thank you, brother.
Regular or premium?
She hasn't had a drink in so long, give her a tankful of the good stuff.
How you doing?
Please don't talk to me. I'm having enough trouble hanging on.
Okay, we'll go slow. You're perfectly safe.
I'm not gonna argue with you.
I mean, any man who can trick my machine can do anything.
How did you b*at my defenses?
Those defenses are good as long as it didn't know it's in trouble.
This time it didn't see the danger. I went in with plain old acid.
It didn't know that when acid gets hot, it'll eat through anything.
-Watch the trees. -Whoa!
I guess it d*ed of acid indigestion.
But what's gonna happen to Ross and the ladies?
They're gonna have to see the police. It's not your problem anymore.
Are we in Metropolis yet?
Nope. We're just gonna make a little stop right over there.
Whoa!
We're on the ground, Gus. Morning.
-You okay, Supe? -l'm fine.
Excuse me a second.
Can you guys spare one of these?
-Sure, Superman. -lt is Superman, isn't it?
Are you kidding? ls that--?
Didn't you see us fly out of the sky?
We're the only two men who can fly. "Is it Superman?"
SUPERMAN: Just right.
Okay, Gus, let's go.
I was afraid you'd say that. I thought I'd take the bus.
Well, suit yourself. Does your boss have a computer here?
Yeah, he got a little bitty one about that big.
You tell him he can do a lot worse than to give Gus Gorman here a job.
Wow, thank you, Supe.
Take care.
I'll see you around.
SUPERMAN: So long.
Take it easy, man.
Well, you got good references, so if you want that job....
Nah, this is not for me. I think I'll take that bus.
Can you tell me where the bus station is?
Yeah, about nine, 1 0 miles over there.
Nine or 1 0 miles. Okay.
Hey. You really flew with him?
Superman? Have you ever seen Superman before?
No.
Oh, you don't know about me and him? Me and Superman?
Yeah, we go way back together.
We always, usually, sometimes, we....
Nine or 1 0 miles?
I think I'll walk.
Yeah, l'll walk.
Yeah.
[DOORBELL RlNGS]
Clark.
What a nice surprise! Come in.
-Gosh. Hi, Mr. Kent. -Hi, Ricky.
-Guess who Mom's having dinner with. -Who?
Superman!
Yeah, that's what I came to tell you.
Superman said to tell you he's sorry...
...but he's run into a problem and he won't be able to have dinner with you.
-l guess he misses a lot of dinners. -Yeah.
Would you mind settling for me?
Any day.
-l'll get my things. -Okay.
You know, Lana, l was talking to Superman the other day.
You know, he and l, we talk a lot.
And he felt badly about you having to pawn your diamond ring.
Well, he found....
He found this one just lying around.
He wanted you to have this.
Wow, a ring from Superman!
-lt's okay. l got it. -Sorry.
Look at that.
LANA: Oh, Clark. -lt's okay.
It fits.
It looks really pretty.
Thank you.
BRAD: Well....
-Brad. -Brad.
Son of a bitch.
Kent, I hate you.
I've always hated you.
-You know why? -No.
-Because you're nice. -Not really.
And nice guys finish last.
[BRAD YELLS]
PERRY: Lois, l've got to hand it to you.
Who else could turn a vacation into a story...
...that'll blow the lid off of corruption in the Caribbean?
I knew l was on to something when that taxi driver kidnapped me.
Lois, you're terrific.
I have to be. Seems l've got some new competition.
Hmm?
The story that you wrote on the class reunion?
-l thought it was terrific. -Thanks.
And fascinating. l liked the part about the little girl back home.
I'll take you to lunch and you tell me about it.
I'd love to, but l'm having lunch with Mr. White's new secretary.
-Hi, Lana. -Hi, Clark.
Lana. Lois, say hello to Lana Lang, Smallville's newest gift to Metropolis.
I'm glad to meet you. I like your writing a lot.
Thank you.
I like your sparkler a lot.
Me too. l couldn't believe it when Clark gave it to me.
-Clark gave it to you? -Yes.
SECRETARY: Mr. White.
Mr. White, look what l've got for you.
People, I am in love with this machine!
Mr. White, excuse me, but l have a couple of errands to run before lunch.
-Go ahead, Mr. White. -Where's the handle?
There is no handle. You just push the button.
[LANA SCREAMS]
[SPEAKING ITALlAN]
Superman III (1983)
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