Clark searches the Kent farmhouse for the Book of Rao, where Jor-El hid it during his brief return. Chloe is busy reassembling Watchtower, and Clark calls her to inform him of his failure. She figures that Zod is also searching for it. Clark hears Lois in the pantry and checks in on her. She explains that since they've been fired from the Planet
, she's running low on money and appears to be the only one doing anything between them to get back on their feet. She claims she has a story that will get Stern to hire them back, and notes that Clark doesn't appear to be worried. Clark tries to calm her down, but Lois says that they should take a break. As he starts to respond, Martha Kent comes into the house. When she wonders why he's there during the day, Clark lies and claims that he's working at home. Martha invites Lois to stay for dinner, and says she has enough food for four. Lois and Clark are both surprised when the fourth person, Martha's new boyfriend, reporter Perry White, comes inside...Read the full recap
Clark: I'm sorry, Lois, I thought you were a...
Lois: Thief? If you can't recognize my butt in a pair of jeans, then what are you thinking about?
(taking a picture)
Lois: Oh, my God. You have got to forward this to my high school journalism teacher.
Perry White: Oh.
Lois: "Check it out, Mrs. Kreitzman--me and Perry White. Who's sorry now, biotch?"
Perry White: Sorry, kid. Last thing I need is a Mrs. Kreitzman on my ass.
Lois: I've got to hand it to you, Mrs. K--running Senate subcommittees by day, cooking rockin' meals by night. You put the "M" in "modern woman." Me, I put the "T" in "takeout."
Perry White: All right, you lovebirds. Tell us what it's like working together and dating.
Clark: It's never been better.
Lois: It's kind of like being on a chain gang with your ball and chain.
Martha: Sometimes the hardest save to make isn't a stranger in a burning building, it's the person closest to you.
Lois: So, is this what it was like when you busted the Star City Strangler?
Perry White: Did I do that?
Perry White: In the '90s. Ah, those were my fuzzy-navel years. I've blacked out most of that decade.
Perry White: Look, Lane... if for some reason I don't make it and you do...
Lois: Don't talk like that.
Perry White: It's not pretty , but it has to be said. I think I deserve first position on the byline.