Lex: I look forward to resuming our verbal judo.
Clark: Chloe, you can't just go snooping around someone's house.
Chloe: It's a mansion. It's designed for snooping.
Martha: Hi, Clark. What are you doing?
Clark: (smashes some logs) Trying to make myself useful.
Jonathan: Hey, son, we need firewood, not toothpicks.
Pete: Oh no, not the Kent 1,000-yard stare.
Clark: The question is, how'd they get inside?
Pete: I don't know. Now stop channeling Chloe and come on.
Scott Bowman: I think I know why Luthor didn't file that robbery report. Check this out. Ten to one, the poster-boy for Rogaine doesn't want anyone to know that he's tapped into his daddy's computer system.
Clark: How're you feeling?
Chloe: Like a million bucks... that was thrown in the washing machine and set on "spin".
Chloe: Well, I am perturbed with you, Clark. I'm also mad that you didn't put out the Chicago fire of 1871, or prevent the fall of the Roman Empire, making you directly responsible for the Dark Ages.
Chloe: Clark Kent, investigative reporter--has a nice ring to it.
Lex: You're a teenager, Lana. Mercurial doesn't do you justice.
Lex: Clark, you can't save the world. All you'll end up with is a Messiah complex and a lot of enemies.
Clark: I saved you, didn't I? That turned out all right.
Lex: A man is judged by the quality of his friends. If the quarterback's with them, he'll have to face the consequences.
Chloe: You know, all this resting is driving me insane. These so-called "health-care professionals" just want me to stay in bed and eat jello.
Clark: Those fascists.
Lex: Just remember boys--you keep my secret, and I'll keep yours. And If you don't, you'll find out you're not the only ones who can reach through walls.
Chloe: Ah, the sweet smell of freedom.
Clark: Chloe, you were in the hospital, not Alcatraz.