Natasha: You're gonna be home on time for dinner tonight?
John Irons: What are we having?
Natasha: Pork chops and bean curd in a cilantro sauce.
John Irons: Argh!
Natasha: (chuckles) Hey, you're the one who bought grandma a California cousin cookbook.
John Irons: Maybe I should be building myself a cast-iron stomach.
Robber: (to John Irons) Look! It's a dead Samaritan. Say "good night," chump!
Superman: Good night, chump!
Metallo: In the flesh!
Metallo: Remember how you left me, Superman? Buried in rock. I couldn't move! I couldn't see! I couldn't hear! But I could think! And all I thought about was how I was going to make you pay! Goodbye, hero.
Metallo: (to John Irons) You ought to be paying attention my friend! The tabloids will be all over you! You're about to become famous. The man who watched Superman die!
Metallo: Somebody speak up! Or I'll tear this neighborhood apart! Brick by brick.
Teen: We got nothing to say to you, Robo-butt.
Metallo: Now, where is Superman?!
Teen: Try the planet Krypton!
Metallo: Well, what have we here?
Steel: Call me Steel.
Metallo: Steel? Metallo. (bows) The meeting of the metals! Well then, Mr. Steel, may the best alloy win.
Natasha: Come on, Superman! This ain't no tanning salon!
Natasha: He's got Superman. He's gonna kill 'em!
Steel: Not on my watch he's not!
Superman: Well, Steel, you're gonna be getting this a lot, so you might as well hear it from me first.
Metallo: Sorry, Steel. I've still got some business in the 'hood!