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A night on the town instead of under it?
Baby I'm going to take you higher.
I don't understand.
Yours not to reason why, Miss Teschmacher. Relax! Enjoy it! Just look at that smog!
This all has something to do with Superman, doesn't it?
Your volcano chum? Your junior lifesaving buddy? Let's get high.
I didn't bring any
Oh. Why? does he live up here?
Not exactly. But it's his kind of neighborhood.
What are you going to do to him?
Nothing, nothing. I just want to invite him to tea.
Tea?
You got wax in your ears?
What if he doesn't show up? What if he's taking a nap?
He always shows up when somebody's in danger.
Danger?? Somebody??? Lex where are you going?
Lex is going byebye.
Where's mine?! Where's my parachute?
Miss Teschmacher, Superman is a fairly bright individual. My understanding of the way he works is that he won't be fooled by a simple trick.
Good. Fine. Now where's my parachute?
I'm wearing it.
I mean the other one!
What other one?
You can't do this to me!
Of course I can. I love you.
Listen...thank you.
You too. I just...I can't get it on for good guys. Y'know?
You! The girl from the volcano! Kryptonite...
Help! I mean I can't stop saying it. Silly, isn't it There's nothing to worry about. Help! See.
What are you doing here?
Screaming
Besides that.
He wants to see you. Lex Luthor.
The bald man! The one who tried to kill me?
The way you describe him doesn't really do him justice.
I'd better get you down.
Couldn't we forget the plane? You could lift me in your big strong arms?
Sure, and let the plane crash in the middle of the city.
Oh.
Look, lady, you saved my life once. I owe you a favor. But I can't understand why you follow a man like that.
What can I tell you? He's my leader.
Okay. Take me to your leader.
I'd like to.
Well!
I'll bet you have some good ideas.
Hey, you're getting a better class of people in your office these days, Boss.
Your bookie?
No.
I know. He sends a check every week to his dear grayhaired old mother.
Actually, she's silverhaired.
Not...gray.
Not really, no.
Are there any more at home like you?
Not really, no.
Well, how are you enjoying your first day on the job?
I think I lost a week's salary at the dart board.
Some people aren't the athletic type.
But otherwise it's swell.
'Swell.' When was the last time I heard anybody say where are you from , anyway?
See? Didn't I tell you this was a tough town?
Unbelievable.
Not in Metropolis it isn't. This is the home of the sneak attack, the stab in the back, the
Hey!
What the !
Stop him, Clark!
He may have a gun!
Oh, for God's sake!
It isn't worth getting a heart attack over, Lois.
You're great with the advice, Clark. Maybe you'd better take over the lovelorn column.
Supposing that man had hurt you? Is it worth risking your life over ten dollars, two credit cards, and a lipstick? I mean, it's not as if
Know what?
You described the exact contents of my purse.
I just took a shot at it.
What now, my love?
Huh?
Big night coming up?
Oh, not really. I guess I'll just watch a little TV and unless...would you be interested in dinner?
Thanks, Clark, but I'm booked for the night.
Oh.
It's not what you think. Darn it. I'm going out on a story. The Secretary of Defense is landing at the airport tonight and this kid's going to be there to make sure he answers a few questions he'd rather duck.
Don't you ever give up?
For what? Oh, I've see the way the other half lives. My sister, for instance. it looks terrific, but is that what I really want? Three kids, two cats, and fifteen needlepoint pillows? I'd go bananas after one week. Hell, I need this crazy existence of mine. Like I need the plague, right? That's what your thinking.
No. I'm just thinking that you smoke too much, if you don't mind my saying so.
There's no real proof that tobacco
Lois, you should see what the inside of your lungs look like.
Can I take you to the airport?
Not unless you can fly.
Come again?
I'm telling you, I was there.
You were probably so scared you didn't look to see what the trick was.
It wasn't a trick!
Oh sure. A man flies in the sky like a pigeon and it wasn't a trick.
Clark Kent, if you had only seen it the way I did, you
It was done with wires. They must have rigged him like they do with Peter Pan.
There weren't any wires. I looked.
Mirrors, then. It's done with mirrors.
He grabbed me! He held me! He set me down gently! How could that be done with mirrors?
Look, there was probably a trampoline on the roof somewhere and this joker just took a big bounce.
Why would he do that? How would he know I was going to suddenly slip.
I don't know, Lois, but I do know a fraud when I hear one. This thing goes against all natural laws.