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Gets you where you live, huh? |
How come you get all the good stories, Lois? |
It's because I'm an intrepid girl reporter, Jimmy. Besides, the chief of detectives has the hots for me. |
Need I ask who's favored to collect at the end of this week. |
On the salary he pays me, I can't make my rent without it. |
But you can't ignore these facts! It's suicide! Worse than that, it's genocide. |
JorEl, Be warned. This tone of yours approaches insolence. |
My friends, I am not a rash, impulsive person. I'm not given to wild, unsupported statements. We must evacuate this planet immediately! |
You are one of Krypton's greatest scientists JorEl |
Then |
But so is VondEl |
I have sworn to uphold the laws of Krypton. |
This discussion is terminated. The decision of the council is final. You will cease pursuing this matter. Any attempt by you to continue, to create a climate of fear and panic among the populace, will be deemed an act of insurrection! |
And if I don't obey? |
As an irredeemable criminal? You compare me to them? |
If you persist, you leave us no choice. |
Will you abide by the Council's opinion? |
Neither my wife nor I will attempt to leave Krypton. |
You and your real estate. |
Me and my real estate? How many other girls, Miss Teschmacher, are lucky enough to have a Park Avenue address like this? |
It isn't a Park Avenue address. really. |
So it's six hundred feet below Park Avenue, It's still a Park Avenue address. |
Why does it all mean so much to you? All the time, 'land, land, land.' |
My father always said to me, 'Son, don't invest your money in anything but land. Land! Stocks rise and fall, banks fall, people are no damn good, but they'll always need land and for that they'll pay through the nose. 'Remember that ,' my father said. 'Land." |
Your father was a sick weirdo. |
I know that. Bu tin this case he was right. Arnold 'Buster' Luthor, the most inept check forger of his time A pity he didn't live to see his son strike out for the big city. A pity he didn't live to see how, from humble beginnings, I created an empire. |
This?? |
Compared to what came before? A year of living in the sewers? A part of that will always be with me. |
So I've noticed. |
Criers and complainers! That's what I get! Moaners and groaners! Me, Lex Luthor, who figured out how to live in luxury without ever paying one cent in taxes. Lex Luthor, who built this fantastic kingdom under the sea, so to speak, hidden and undetected by the fools who eke out their miserable lives on the streets above. |
Streets, Sunlight. When was the last time I saw sunlight. |
You'll be seeing stars in a minute, Miss Teschmacher. y'know? |
Even that would be an improvement. |
Speaking of feeding things, what about dinner? |
What about dinner? I have to worry about the crime of the century, that's all. Y'know? Am I supposed to worry about what's in the refrigerator, too? What's in it? |
Again??? |
First the pets, Otis. |
I needed this, Y'know? I really needed this. just when I'm nearing the fruition of my project, Big Bird flies into town. Go ahead! Kill me by inches! Put me on the agony rack! |
You think he's for real? |
He's from another world. |
Nuts. He made it. |
Tough guy, huh? |
Bet he makes it. |
You're on. |
Shut up. |
I didn't say a word. |
Damn! This will get him. |
Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen., |
What's the temperature now? |
Fifty degrees below and still falling. |
When it gets to seventyfive below, stabilize it. |
Krypton! |
Krypton? The place where Superman comes from? |
Some people can read 'War and Peace' and come away thinking it was a simple adventure story. Other people can read the ingredients on a chewing gum wrapper and come away with the secret of the universe. Y'know. |
I read the article. |
Exactly, Miss Teschmacher. |
See? |
See? I see. It's you who don't see. Doesn't see. I cannot believe it! How you people fail to grasp the longrange significance of this! Y'know? |
I'm going to bed. |
Stay and listen! Besides, it's twelve in the afternoon. This is no time to go to bed. |
Mr. Romance... |
Deductive reasoning, my friends! That's the name of the game. What does it say here? |
Meteorites! |
Bingo! |
Ahh. 'National Geographic." In my day, this made 'Playboy" look like Mother Goose. |
I don't mean to denigrate your misspent youth, Lex, but what does that rock have to do with |
Tune me in , lady. An explosion such as the one Superman describes would have altered the molecular structure of the Krypton rock. |
I know I'm going to get rapped in the mouth for saying this, but so what? |
No, you're going to get kissed, |
Breathe that air, Miss Teschmacher. |
I will as soon as I get the sand out of my nose. |
You're happy, aren't you? |
La de da da... |
You're not going to tell us why you're happy, are you? |
The door jam, Miss Teschmacher. This Ethiopian shmendrick here, in his simple, unconscious way, needed something to wedge the door open, the better to inhale the flies that form such an important part of his diet. So he grabs something from the table... |
We just take it? |
What do you suggest, my dear? |
The least we can do is leave him another door jam. |
About Vesuvius. About Superman writhing in the bowels of the volcano. Ahh, the look on his face when he saw that Kryptonite. When will I see another, y'know? Y'know? |
I don't like to talk about it, Lex. |
Weak sister. I still can't figure out why it took so long for you to catch up with us after we all ran out. Y'know? |
You ever try to run in high heels? You probably did. |
Is that an innuendo, Miss Teschmacher? Because if it is, you are about to experience the heady thrill of being hurled from a moving vehicle. |
Ready? |
Ready. |
They stop for nothing. |
But if I put my leg out like Claudette Clobert in |
Nothing. |
Don't let me down. |
You?! How about me? |
You have two minutes and thirty two seconds. |
No news is not good news. Y'know |
There was a recipe on the back |
Something you can feed the pets, perhaps? Let's have it. |
You're not going to hit me? |
Hit you? A clever girl like you? 'He turned slowly, slowly in the lava...' was how you described it. Now that's clever. I have to hand it to you. |
I knew you'd hit me. |
You've been under such a strain. And I've ...I've neglected you. Mea culpa! Y'know. |
I know... |
She knows. Clever, very clever. And unappreciated. But I'm going to take you away from all this. |
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