as much as this pains me to say I think the president should consider postponing his visit.
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I think I found the problem here.
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If you would just have general services send up a box of cotton swabs, that ought to do it.
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What?
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I can't hear you, say again.
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- Are you hearing anything I'm saying?
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- I'm hearing you.
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Now hear me.
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All systems are go.
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My men are trained for any eventuality.
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I heard from Bobby Bigmouth.
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What did he want, seconds?
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Said he had an address on The Prankster.
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The apartment he grew up in.
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But I checked it out.
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Now it's just a condemned building.
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Either Griffin's a very concerned voter or the president's in trouble.
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Clark, look.
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It's a map of today's motorcade.
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I guess we could notify Carrigan.
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What for?
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He and his men are trained for any eventuality, remember?
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You try and find Superman.
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Have him meet me at Professor Hamilton's ASAP.
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Sure.
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Okay.
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Since you told me the light he used was yellow I ground and tinted the lenses so that the yellow light instead of going to the motor cortex will be diverted to the inner and outer canthus.
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- What's that?
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- It's right in back of the canal of Schlemm.
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Do you really want to know?
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All I wanna know is, will they work?
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Not knowing the exact frequency of the light, I can't really promise.
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Victor, you're on.
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Roger that.
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Hey!
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You, get that thing out of here.
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- I'm trying.
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- We have a situation here.
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Some idiot just parked in the middle of the street.
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You're in big trouble, pal.
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Now move it.
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- We'll see.
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- It's now or never, son.
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Carrigan, look out, it's a trap!
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Well, well.
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Who looks like the idiot now?
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Come on.
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We got a president to kidnap.
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Yeah.
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There she is, Lois Lane.
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Just as frozen as she could be.
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Too bad she's not awake to see my greatest triumph.
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Well, maybe we could take her with us and I could explain it to her later?
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Victor, you did good this time, so I'm gonna let you have her.
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- I'm gonna let you have her.
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- Thank you so much...
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Business before pleasure.
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And that's a lovely face.
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Now, look.
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Here's what I'd like you to do.
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Just help me carry the president to the van.
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- Superman!
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- Superman!
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Yes, I am.
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Sorry to ruin your plans, Griffin.
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But the president is safely tucked away.
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Just like you're gonna be.
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But...
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- ...how?
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- Look deep into my eyes.
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Contacts.
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I'm sorry, but that is really not fair.
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Neither is this.
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Just thought one good prank deserved another.
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My contacts.
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You knocked out my...
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I think turnabout's fair play.
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Come on, he deserved that.
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I should've had a daughter.
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This is unit 15, sector seven is secure.
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- What?
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- I repeat, sector seven is secure.
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I don't wanna tell you your job, sir.
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But if I were you, I would take this man into custody.
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I knew that.
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- I knew that.
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- All right, let's go.
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Move it.
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He's hitting me.
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Do I have the right to hit him back?
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Lois, you better get going.
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Don't wanna be late for your meeting with the president.
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That's right, my big moment.
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I still have no idea what I'm gonna ask him.
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What one question would you ask the president?
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I guess I'd ask him why he wouldn't give a great reporter like Lois Lane more than a five-minute interview.
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I gotta hand it to you, Lois.
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This is one terrific interview.
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You really pulled it off.
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Take a lesson.
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This is the mark of a seasoned reporter.
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