Grant Gabriel: (as he looks through a bunch of photos) Where's the face?!
Lois: Lasik, anyone? It's right there?
Grant Gabriel: That's not a face. That's a blur. A compromising page one pic of our philandering mayor needs two eyes, a nose and a mouth. That's what makes it compromising. Who took these?!
Lois: You're looking at her.
Grant Gabriel: Well, you're a woman of many talents, Lane, but clearly photography isn't one of them.
Zor-El: Just as stubborn as my brother. Soon, you can be just as dead. If you value your life, tell Kal-El to trust his uncle. He'll be better off in the end.
Lionel: Kal-El is following his own destiny, I will do nothing to stop his course!
Lois: Looks like someone woke up on the right side of the bed this morning.
Chloe: At least I woke up in my own bed.
Lois: What's that supposed to mean? I told you I was working on a story.
Chloe: A story about a reporter and her editor getting an exclusive between the sheets?
Lois: Look, Chloe, it didn't...
Chloe: I know you're impulsive, Lo, but come on!
Lois: It wasn't an impulse, it's not like I did a double gainer blindly off a cliff!
Chloe: Maybe not but don't be surprised if you pancake faster than you think, I mean, of all the people in the world, you had to end up with your editor?!
Lois: Okay, so I strayed into the minefield of misguided romance again but I swear, Chloe, it had nothing to do with me getting the job or getting ahead! You don't believe me, do you?
Chloe: I do believe you. The problem is, will anyone else, Lois? Gossip spreads faster than a bad rash and sooner or later, people are gonna start scratching, assuming one thing - Lois Lane jump-started her career on her managing editor's diehard battery!
Lois: Let them think what they want! I am not gonna let water cooler chit chat splash cold water on my previously none existent personal life!
Chloe: Fine, you're a big girl, you can do whatever you want but if you want to be taken seriously as a reporter, you have to break this off before it breaks your career!
Chloe: (upon seeing Clark's injured face) Oh my God, you said it was bad but I didn't expect Raging Bull bad!
Clark: Good news is the ER doctor said that Lana has no internal injuries, she'll be fine.
Chloe: Yeah, but you're not. Blood and sweat on Clark Kent are never a good combination!
Clark: This is why I need you to give me a ride. I need to get this ring off my finger and go to the Fortress.
Chloe: Look, Clark, my Yaris gets awesome mileage but I seriously doubt it will get us all the way to the North Pole.
Clark: How about to my barn?
Lex: So, I guess you've been researching an article on her bra size lately? Word travels fast. Why not tell me?
Grant Gabriel: I didn't think it was relevant.
Lex: Look, for all I care, you could date every girl from the copy room to the boardroom, just... not Lois Lane.
Grant Gabriel: I don't get it. What's wrong with Lois Lane other than her bad spelling?
Lex: The woman has an insatiable curiosity. It's only a matter of time before she connects the dots.
Grant Gabriel: Look, I'm fully aware of everything you've done for me but that doesn't give you the right to control my life.
Lex: I beg to differ. Remember, if it weren't for me, you'd be nothing.
Lana: You grew up on a planet of human beings. It's okay to feel. Your emotions are part of who you are.
Clark: Yeah. They're more dangerous than kryptonite.
Lois: What genius invented the keyboard? I mean, how hard would it have been to put the letters in alphabetical order?