Clark: Is this Lois Lane, the reporter?
Lois: Who wants to know?
Clark: This is The Red-Blue Blur.
Lois: [ Scoffs ] Yeah, right. How do I know you're not some deep throat wannabe with a lot of time on his creepy hands?
[ Air whooshes ]
Clark: Look down. I received your letter, Miss Lane.
Lois: Call me Lois -- if you want. And while we're at it, do you want to weigh in on the whole "Red-Blue Blur" thing? Because it's kind of a mouthful on this end.
Clark: I think there's probably a better name out there, and if there's anyone who'll find it, it's you, Miss Lane.
Lois: I'll put my best men on it. And by "men," I mean me because I work in the basement and employ pretty much no one, unless you count my intern. I'm sorry. I'm rambling.
Clark: [ Chuckles ] You're nervous.
Lois: Can you read my mind? [ Scoffs ] Who am I kidding? It's Saturday night, and I hightailed it down here because I have one obsession right now, and it's you. And when you didn't respond to my skywriting, I just --
Clark: it was a nice ony the between you and me, I could use a little work on that subtle thing. You know there's nothing wrong with taking your job seriously.
Lois: There is when you don't know who you'd be without it.
Clark: Something tells me you know yourself better than you think. Lois, you're a great reporter -- all on your own. You don't need a hero or some gimmick to make a headline.
Lois: Thanks. My editor would kill me, but... I don't want this story. What I've really been wondering is... what is it that you need? I mean, you've dedicated your life to a city full of strangers. And I'm not saying that I know what it's like to be a hero, but... even the fastest blur in the world can't outrun loneliness. I guess what I'm saying is... ...if you ever want to talk -- totally off the record -- I'm only a phone call away.
Clark: I'll keep that in mind. And, Lois... when I'm ready to tell the world my secret, you'll be the first to know.
(This is Thursdays, my apologies)