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But a machine this powerful is going to make powerful enemies. People who will want to destroy it.
Ain't nobody gonna mess with my machine! I'll...I'll... what will I do? I'll build in a counterpunch! Anything attacks it gets counter attacked! And wiped out!
Can you do that?
Yeah, sure. Ain't nobody gonna stomp my electric train...
Remember, Gus. A machine doesn't want anything except to keep on being a machine. You've got to make sure it can figure out how to beat any opponent.
Man, all it got to do is find their weak spot. You bet on the machine in any fight you name, you gonna win your bet.
You want to mess with Superman?
Can't wait, pal, can't wait.
Awright. I got me my electric train, mama. I finally got Hey, what y'all doin' up there?!
Join the party, genius! Come on up!
Sonofagun! Look at this here!
First paycheck?
First ripoff, man! Supposed to be 225 bucks a week! You know what this sucker says?? $143.80! Federal tax! State tax! Social Security tax!
That's so you're still getting some money when you hit 65.
I ain't gonna live that long on $143.80! I want it now, man, while I'm still young and cool.
Actually, it's probably more like $143.80 and onehalf cent. There's always fractions over in a big corporation, but they round it down to the lowest whole number.
What'm I gonna do with half a cent? Buy me a thoroughbred cockroach? Everybody loses them fractions?
They don't actually lose 'em. You can't lose what you never got.
Who gets it, the company?
No, not really. They can't be bothered collecting half a cent from your paycheck anymore than you could.
So where is all them halfcentses?
They're just . . . floating around out there. The computer knows where.
How many sugars?
One. And a half.
Quittin' time, Gus. Comin'?
Uh . . . no, man. I got some work to finish up here.
Workin' overtime? What are you doin', buddy, looking for a raise?
Yeah. A raise . .
Gus?
Say what?
The boss wants to see you.
Say who?
Name?
Gus Gorman.
Ah yes, August Gorman. Have you looked for work this week, Mr. Gorman?
Yeah.
What kind?
Kitchen. . . Technician
Dishwasher? Any luck?
Nope, but
Mr. Gorman, according to our records you have been unemployed for 36 weeks.
Thirtyfive.
Not counting this week. You secured employment last June as a messenger and were discharged after one day for. . .
They said I lost it on the subway, but it ain't the truth! It was a pickpocket took it!
A television set?
Well, it was one of them little bitty twoinch screen Japanese jobs.
The only other employment you found was in a fastfood joint which lasted. . . 28 minutes! Well! That's some kind of record. Talk about fast!
Man, them people was crazy! How they 'spect you to learn all that jive on the first day? "Hold the pickle! Hold the lettuce! Extra onions! Special sauce! No special sauce!" Ain't nobody found no meat inside that glop yet.
Mr. Gorman, the city of Metropolis is generous to a fault, but. . .
I know, I'm the fault.
Thirtysix weeks of chronic unemployment, thirtysix weeks of living off the taxes of hardworking citizens. Do you know what you are?
Don't call me a bum! I ain't no bum!
You are, I was about to say, no longer eligible.
What about this week's check?
CLERK +++$+++
It's practically an American ritual, Mr. White! Isn't that so, Jimmy?
I wouldn't know Mr. Kent. Most of the people I went to high school with are still in high school.
But my Uncle Al, on my father's side, he won't eat her stuffing, he says it should be cooked on the outside of the turkey and she puts the stuffing inside the turkey. So my mother told my Aunt Ellen . . . Aunt Ellen's my father's halfsister, I told you that, right?
Mmmmm . . .
The thing is though, my cousin Arnold, Aunt Rosey's Arnold this is, he got mad when Uncle Al insulted his mother's stuffing, so now the problem is
What's that?
Wow, what a beautiful sunrise!
At one o'clock in the morning?
Keep talking to that state trooper so he doesn't notice where I'm going, okay?
What are you doing?
You know what Mr. White said. A photographer always goes after a story.
Anyway, the reunion's just the hook for the story. What it's really about is how the typical small town's changed in the last fifteen years. how do you like this a title: Can You Go Home Again ?
Say!
Take me, for instance. Going back to middle America after having become a Metropolis sophisticate
So, Mr. White? Can I go ahead and make my travel arrangements?
Exactly what I was about to ask about me.
You're the best, Lois.
I'd better be. Suddenly I've got competition to keep up with. Your high school reunion article. I though it was terrific. And fascinating. Especially about the girl back home. I'll tell you what, Clark, I'll take you to lunch and you can tell me all about it.
Gee, I'm sorry, Lois. But I've already got a lunch date. With Mr. White's new secretary.
Oh?
Well... Not quite like this.
Mom and I do this all the time.
Mr. Kent! Superman was here!
What!
Do you really know Superman?
We get together sometimes.
Mr. Kent, could I ask you something?
Sure.
Could you get me Superman's autograph?
Hi. Mister Kent. Guess who Mom's having dinner with tonight? Superman!
Actually, that's why I stopped by. He's realy sorry, he wanted to make it, but then he...ran into a problem.
Hi, Lois. Morning, Jimmy, you've got mustard on your lapel. Excuse me, Mr. White, I don't mean to interrupt but
Please, Kent, not now. I'm trying to put out a newspaper here.
Mr. White, please, I promised those people I'd get back to them by this morning. What do you think?
Look, I don't know, Kent. . . CLARK Personally, I think it could be a terrific story!
I'm getting a cramp in my elbow from this.
Let me do it for you, Mr. White.
but you deserve the vacation, Lois.
Oh. You're going away.
Uh...excuse me, folks...
Kent!
I'm sorry, Mr. White, but I've got an errand to run.
Lana Lang. How great to see you.
Clark.
You look wonderful.