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You're just jealous.
Jealous? Of what?
Of this...Superman.
What'd you call him?
Superman. Pretty good name for him, isn't it?
Is that what they're calling him?
They will once I hang it on him in tomorrow's edition.
Super...man. Hmmm...
It isn't that I still don't like you, Clark. It's just that...well, once you've had something like that happen to you, it kind of changes a girl. I'm going to make some coffee. You want some?
No thanks.
Oh, what a chance! If I could just get to him.
You're not the only one.
Yes, but I'm the only one who knows him. I I really like the guy. And he likes me. I think. I mean, I could talk to him, you know? And he could talk to me. Anytime...
Clark...Son...that...thing you did with the Sheriff today... those...stunts...you don't do those things at school, do you?
No, Mom. You know I wouldn't break my promise.
I know you're a good boy, Clark. No mother could ask for better. It's just that...
Don't worry, Mom. I know.
Anyway, we Kent's don't like showoffs, ain't that so? A body's got to be humble even if he knows that he's better'n his neighbors.
Mom...
I know.
I talked to Ben Hubbard this morning. He'll be more than glad to bring in the crops on shares.
He's a good man, Ben is. Your father always said so.
Mother...
I know son, I know...
Do you know where you're headed?
North. It's north
Keep warm now.
I will.
You'd better get a new alarm clock. The chief has been hollering for you.
I've been on the job.
A hot story, huh?
It was hot, yes.
You and Lois, you get all the action. There she is, out in the wild West and everything.
Lois isn't here?
She's in California. That's wild enough, I guess.
What's she doing in California?
It's for that piece she's doing on women and competition. She's off to the Women's Western Golf Classic.
I know, but
Stop saying you know when I say 'y'know.' I know you know. Yes, I know you're here, Otis. What do you want, a brass band?
You'll be designing monuments soon, Albert! Hotels! Palaces!
Bunkers!
I take the man out of Argentina and it was no picnic finding him y'know? And what does he think about? Bunkers. Still living in the past, when I am about to realize the greatest real estate scheme in the history of the world!
There's some slice American cheese...and...a half a bottle of club soda, I think.
Wonderful. Otis will go above and steal some Big Macs.
Ahhhh, my favorite part of the day. Who else could have thought of this aquarium?
Nobody else.
Shut up, applepolisher.
That the planet blew up on May 23, 1937. That the rocket ship with the revolting little freak in it took three years to reach Earth. Ergo?
He's thirtyfive years old.
You're a great architect, Albert.
Thank you.
Otherwise, you're a Mongoloid idiot. It's reasonable to assume that fragments of the planet were shot out into space by the force of the explosion, and
Ah! The guest of honor at last! And about time, too!
We're running out of smoke.
But Mr. Luthor, sir, I already
And stop interrupting. his is the big scene. Your finest hour! You rose to the challenge, baby! And you lost. That's the best part!
It's very simple, Otis. Very simple, the XK101 rocket. It's nothing, forty years ago we in the Fatherland were working on this. Five more years, we would've had it. But then that silly war...Why, my cousin Werner had already
Albert!
thought about a rocket that carries a nuclear warhead in its nosecone and can strike with an impact of
Yes, so, well, Werner would've gotten to that too but but the XK101 flies only eight feet above the ground...well below the radar limit! So what? We could have done that soon. We had ways to make people ta ways to avoid the radar. And this XK101 they think it's so smart that they keep it in 'missile silos' underground. Hah! We kept many things underground.
One of them should've been you.
Yes, Mr. Luthor. The XK101 can travel anywhere in the world undetected. It also has a sensory device built into it so that it can detect any obstacle in its path and avoid it. It just goes around it or over it. The XK101 never quits! It will not stop until it reaches its pretargeted target!
Got it? Otis?
Me?
Not you. You. Tell me again.
Guess who? It's your old friend, Lex.
Luthor, I suspect if you had actually planted a bomb you'd be far away from here by now.
Silly me. How do I ever think I can fool the super guy. You're right, no bomb. I just knew you were too busy with the world peace bit to make a social call. I confess . . . I tricked you. Hey, you look great!
If you have any social skills, you've learned them from a rattlesnake. Just what are you up to?
Know something? You're a workaholic. A good guy 24 hours a day. Stop and smell the roses sometime. Take up a hobby. Get a pet . . . a kitten or a puppy. . .
It's common knowledge you hate children and animals. Why are you back in Metropolis?
Why? Because I want to be the first one to introduce you to a new kid on the block.
Look closely at his cell structure. See anything familiar?
You've broken all the laws of man, Luthor. And now you've broken the laws of nature! . . . I assume you must have hidden a device in one of the missiles I hurled into the sun!
Your time in prison has twisted you into a delusionary state, Luthor.
No, no, listen. I escaped with only one thing on my mind . . . the end of Superman.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'll ignore that . . . So, I created a monster who didn't work nearly as well as I might have liked you were clearly his better he needed more energy, more power.
Which explains why you sent his organic matter to the sun.
Precisely. And then it came to me. My greatest ever plan. I made a deal with some minor league Bad Boys. Arms Dealers, Renegades Generals, You know the type. With you gone, we'll make a fortune rearming the world.
You'd risk worldwide nuclear war for your own personal financial gains.
Nobody wants war. I'd just like to keep the threat alive.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste, Lex Luthor. And you've wasted yours on this foul monstrosity. I'm taking you in.
Superman. . . But you're... dead!
Still having delusions, Lex Luthor?
I'll deal with you later.
Right, good. Tell you what, we'll wait right here. Till you get back.
But . . . how could you beat him?
High School Physics, Luthor. While I was recuperating I had time to figure out that if your foul creature was born from the sun, it must have been his source of energy.
But . . . but isn't the world about to be osterized?
No . . . it's the way it always is . . . on the brink . . . with good fighting evil.
What I need this for?
For dignity. My reputation is at stake. Just put it on.
I hadn't counted on this but . . . . . . of course the power of the sun has given him internally generated heat. I am a ...
You are . . .
What? A genius? . . . an inspiration?
You are . . . nothing. I am father now.
I am an experiment? I am freako?
I made you, and I can destroy you.
Destroy Superman!