Lois: You’ve just been hit kwa lightning, you’re stark naked, and, uh, wewe don’t even remember your own name. wewe have a fairly loose definition of “fine.”
Lois: [Still holding onto Clark's arm, she walks him down the hall.] Do wewe know how many people are struck kwa lightning every year? Hardly any. wewe know how many survive? Even less. And the number who get picked up kwa Lost drivers? Zero. So far, you’re three for three, so how about a little less complaining and a little zaidi mbele motion.
Clark: wewe talk a lot.
Lois: Well, I’m just not very comfortable with uncomfortable silence,...
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