Chloe: See, case in point. (pointing at Lois) That was supposed to be my life. Ollie, when did this happen? One day I'm on the fast track for my dream career as the intrepid reporter and then I blink and all of a sudden, I'm this under-qualified shrink for meteor-infected kids who'll probably wake up to be psycho killers while Lois and Clark are walking the beat with matching press passes together. Oh, and did I mention that I was actually able to hold on to happily ever after for about 2.3 seconds before my marriage imploded?
Oliver: This the part where you belt out the soprano's aria and drive a dagger into your corset?
Chloe: Right. Sorry for the operetta. It's just I would love to know how she does it.
Oliver: You know, Chloe, if I didn't know you any better, I'd say there was a hint of jealousy in there.
Lois: Hey! One year closer to the sweet release of death!
Chloe: How wonderfully morbid.
Zatanna: Rough birthday, huh?
Chloe: You ever seen the napalm scene in Apocalypse Now? More fire, less cake.
Clark: (to Chloe as Lois) Isn't there a limit to how tight a shirt can be to meet dress code?!
Clark: Well, this should help... police standoff, main and 5th. Grab your jacket. Isn't this the part where you tell me to saddle up?!
Chloe: Start your engines... Smallville!
Oliver: Well, no offence, Zatanna but, uh, you're the daughter of the world's greatest magician. Can't you just, I don't know, wiggle your nose and pull it out of a hat or something?
Zatanna: You're cute. And, no. My father refused to teach me much beyond practical parlour tricks.
Clark: You haven't insulted me once yet today. And, you actually crossed at the crosswalk. Did Jeff not bring you your coffee today?
Chloe: Uh... let's just say I rolled outta bed on the right side. It's amazing how much more you can see with fresh eyes.
Chloe: Now, i know where she's performing tonight. Maybe you can superspeed over to this antique shop and dust off any leads.
Clark: Superspeed? We didn't even bring the car.
Chloe: What? It's okay. I'm Chloe. Stood her up at formal Chloe? Planted one on you because Zod was ending the world Chloe? Krypton, Jor-El, Fortress, Brainiac Chloe!
Chloe: Bingo. And, just like that raving wardrobe malfunction over there, some magician showed up at my birthday party in fishnets and hexed me! But, you'd know that if you hadn't skipped it to answer voicemails from Lois. Not that I'm dwelling.
Clark: You just woke up like this? How did I not pick up on it sooner?
Chloe: Forget about it, this is my Shakespearean nightmare, not yours. Although it has been awfully illuminating.
Clark: Listen, what I said about Jimmy...
Chloe: You're an equal opportunity good guy, I get it. I guess I'm just not used to seeing you from this perspective. By the way, Tales of The Weird & Unexplained... nice callback.
Clark: I thought it might bring you back to a time when, you know, things were...
Chloe: Weird and unexplained? You sound like you miss it.
Clark: I don't know. It's just there's a whole half of my life where this happens every day. Weird has become so normal, it's not even weird anymore. Honestly, I like what I'm doing at the Planet now. But, I would be lying if I said that there weren't days when I wish I could forget about saving the world and just be a normal reporter.
Chloe: (as a woman is getting mugged in the street) Aren't you gonna do anything?
Clark: You're absolutely right, Lois. (brings out mobile phone) 911?
Chloe: Clark... snap out of it. You're a hero.
Clark: I'm a regular Green Arrow. Lois, I don't make the news, I just report it.
Chloe: You are the biggest news there is. You're a superhuman being from another planet!
Clark: Okay. Just don't tell human resources, all right?
Chloe: Open the damned door, Clark.
Clark: Lois, if you don't... (rips off door handle)
Chloe: Now, do you believe me?
Clark: What I believe is that this door needs better maintenance. Look at the rust in here. No wonder it just pull off like that.
Chloe: Listen. Really listen. What do you hear?
Clark: That's amazing. The acoustics up here are incredible. It's like there's some perfect echo point right here.
Chloe: You've got superspeed and superstrength and superhearing and x-ray vision!
Clark: And, I have a deadline, Lois, now, please, if you would excuse me, I need to find a way to get off this roof. Unless my superpowers include an ability... to fly. I didn't think so.
Clark: Do you really think your father would want you to give up the life he gave you to bring him back?
Zatanna: What would you know about losing the one man who made you who you are?!
Clark: The day that I lost my father, I thought my world would never be the same. It felt like something had been ripped away from me forever. But, I had to let him go. Chloe!
Zatanna: No. No, it was supposed to be me.
Clark: We don't get to choose. But, we do get to choose how we live the life that we've been given. I'm finally the man that my father wanted me to be. What does your father want you to be?
Chloe: Look, I know you don't want to open a can of Kryptonian worms by telling her your secret. But, whether you like it or not, Lois Lane is a part of your life now. And, considering the nonstop puppy-dog eyes you give her, I'm guessing you don't mind much at all. Clark... just because you were burned once doesn't mean that you can't give it a second chance.
Clark: Are we still talking about me? Or are we talking about you and Jimmy?
Chloe: Touché. Okay. I'm talking about neither of us living in the past. You can never be who you want to be if you're always looking over your shoulder at what could have been.
Oliver: What is this? You drop by to kick my ass again? So much fun for me the first time.
Zatanna: I came to apologise. I just...
Oliver: Bound by steel, right? That's what you said to me backwards, bound by steel? I had plenty of time to mull that over when you, uh... you left me there strung up to either die or have my identity revealed.
Zatanna: I can't ever totally make it up to you or your friends but I would like to try to make sure that something like this doesn't happen again.
Oliver: Here's a thought... don't do it again.
Oliver: Uh, so... what-what is this, exactly, some kinda magic spell to summon you? I just hold it up, say your name a couple times and, uh, poof, you appear?
Zatanna: It's my phone number.
Clark: Is there something on your mind, Lois?
Lois: So, how long did it take for you to realise that I wasn't my usual charming self?
Clark: Well, I have to admit, I should have picked up on it sooner. You weren't as bossy as usual. And, Chloe let me drive.
Lois: Well... little blonde sources tell me that you don't mind my assertive flair. Let me see it.
Clark: Lois, I don't know what you're talking about.
Lois: You have a terrible poker face, Smallville. Gimme, gimme. (hands Lois the framed rules) Wow. Who would have known you were this sentimental? I think we should... hang it up so that everyone can see it.
Clark: This is a memento from my first day on the job. And, a constant reminder there's only one Lois Lane.
Lois: You better believe it.
Oliver: This will mean leaving your old life as a reporter behind. You sure you want to say goodbye to that forever?
Chloe: You know, yesterday, I wouldn't have been able to answer that question. But, after spending the day at the Daily Planet, I realised... that's someone else's life.
Oliver: It's interesting everyone seems to have so much clarity after a dose of the Zatanna dust. Almost makes me wish I had my turn at the magic lamp, too.
Chloe: I'll save you the heel blisters. You already know what you really want, we all do. We just don't listen.
Oliver: And, you're sure this is it.
Chloe: This is where I belong.