Clark: What are you thinking, Chloe, that the locker room's haunted?
Chloe: Not unless the meteor rocks can conjure up the ghost of dearly departed jock straps, which I seriously doubt.
Clark: Well, it's nice to see you still have your standards.
Chloe: Oh, quick! Pretend we weren't watching.
Clark: Hey, Lana, how's it going?
Lana: Not great, but thanks for the courtesy clueless.
Victoria Hardwick: Bye, Daddy. (hangs up) He wants to know if you're selling this castle after we sell out your father.
Lex: Why? Does he want to ship it back over to Scotland?
Jonathan: Blood drive at school. Lana's running it.
Jonathan: Clark, you know you can't donate.
Clark: I know, Dad. But what am I supposed to tell her?
Martha: That you have a problem with needles, which you technically do.
Clark: Great. Not only do I lie, but I look like a wuss.
Clark: You and Victoria must be getting pretty close.
Lex: You seem surprised.
Clark: She just doesn't seem like your type.
Lex: Relationships aren't always about love, Clark. Sometimes they're about mutual goals. Not every girl is Lana Lang.
Clark: Yeah, sorry. It's none of my business really.
Lex: It's okay. I admire your standards. Don't lose that.
Clark: I don't see it.
Lex: What are you, part bloodhound?
Clark: I live on a farm. I'm good at seeing needles in haystacks.
Lionel Luthor: Lex, you have disappointed me.
Lex: Hi, Dad. It's good to see you, too.
Lionel Luthor: Would you mind telling me what she's doing here?
Lex: Right now? Working on my neck. But knowing her, I think that's just a start.
Lionel Luthor: Generations of Luthors would beg to differ. It's always business, especially where the Hardwicks are concerned. Lex, can't you see she was sent to distract you? Sir Harry has been nipping away at LuthorCorp for months!
Lex: LuthorCorp is your company. I'm just one of its many expendable employees as you made abundantly clear when you exiled me to this charming cow town.
Lana: That's the thing about Clark Kent: he's not always there when you want him... but he's always there when you need him.
Aunt Nell: Lana, you still out here...? (interrupting Clark and Lana's almost kiss) Clark, do you have the time?
Clark: No, but I'm guessing it's late.
Aunt Nell: Smart kid.
Clark: Lana, have you ever seen the sunset from my loft?
Lana: Yes... ahem, but that's the great thing about sunsets. They're unique. You always see things you've never noticed before.
Pete: "Have you seen the sunset from my loft?" You actually said that?
Pete: I bet your stomach was in the knots the whole time.
Pete: Clark, if I were you, I'd start scripting what I was gonna say now.
Clark: No, I think I'll play it by ear. You know, fly by the seat of my pants.
Pete: Clark, you're not the flying type. I'll make you some notes.
Lex: Napoleon's mother couldn't make it to his coronation. But when he commissioned it, Napoleon told David to paint her in as if she were there, right in the center. Even though she couldn't be there physically he brought her into his life through sheer force of will. There to share in his greatness.
Chloe: I just touched it. Okay, I'm now officially weirded out. What is this?
Clark: I don't know, but if you rubbed that all over you'd be--
Clark: You ever gotten information you wish you hadn't?
Lex: In my experience, there's no such thing as too much information.