Clark: What's wrong, Lois? I thought you'd be happy to get rid of me?
Lois: Are you kidding? Who am I gonna pick on?
Clark: I'm sure you'll find someone.
Lois: You can't break up with me, Clark, we're not even a couple.
Kara:You can't be Kal-El. He's a sweet chubby baby who laughed when you tickled his feet.
Clark: Kara, Krypton is gone.
Kara: What do you mean, gone?
Clark: It exploded. You and I are the only survivors.
Kara: No. Planets don't just explode, Kal-El.
Clark: Ours did. I'm sorry.
Kara: No. This yellow sun has fried your brain cells.
Grant Gabriel: Tell me about your close encounter.
Lois: Can't share a trade secret. I work for your rival, the Inquisitor.
Grant Gabriel: Our rival? This is the Daily Planet, read in virtually every country across the globe. We have no rival.
Chloe: (about Kara) I should have known you were Clark’s cousin from all the primary colors.
Clark: Chloe, not only is she strong as I am... she can fly.
Chloe: Whoa. It sounds like we got ourselves a true-blue Supergirl.
Clark: Well, define "super." Nearly every Kryptonian I've come across has turned into a cold-blooded killer.
Chloe: Yeah. What is it with you people? Are you the only half-decent member of your Kryptonian race?
Clark: Those doors would have opened if you'd have just waited.
Kara: We don't have time to wait for ancient technology. Between the two of us, we can cover more ground. Of course, it would help if you could defy gravity. Explain to me again why you can't fly.
Clark: I'm not sure.
Kara: I guess the humans are right, Kal-El. Girls do mature faster than boys.
Clark: It's Clark, remember?
Lex: I'm impressed.
Lana: I did learn from the master. As soon as I heard you'd freed yourself, I laid out the breadcrumbs and waited for the wolf to come knocking. Tell me, Lex. How were you planning on getting your revenge?
Lex: I always knew you were smart, Lana, I didn’t know you were brilliant.
Grant Gabriel: You like water, Lane?
Lois: As much as the next girl.
Grant Gabriel: 'Cause I'm giving you a waterfront view. This is your new desk, right here, right across from cousin Chloe.
Chloe: Excuse me?
Grant Gabriel: If you're lucky, Sullivan, some of her passion may rub off on you, maybe put a little fire on that torch you let burn out after high school.
Lois: Am I hearing things, or did you just offer me a job?
Grant Gabriel: Welcome to the Daily Planet, Lois Lane. You play your cards right, you'll be out of this basement quicker than your cousin. Nothing like a little family rivalry to keep the bullpen hopping.
Grant Gabriel: This is the fork in your road, Lane. In a dozen years, you'll either be Lois Lane, star reporter whose name is synonymous with the Daily Planet, or Lois Fill-in-the-Blank, married to an insurance adjuster in the sticks with four kids and forty extra pounds. You won't be able to look at a newspaper because it will always remind you of what could've been. Which road sounds better to you?