Superman: The Last Son of Krypton

Lois Lane:
Chief! I spent a week on the docks with rats and frizzed hair exposing the biggest gun-smuggling ring to hit this town in ten years and what makes the front page? Some sprouty, new age, granola-crunching fluff piece on angels! What's next? Interviews with Bigfoot?

Jonathan Kent:
No, son. It doesn't matter where you were born or what you can do, you'll always be Clark Kent. Superman just helps out now and then.

Martha Kent:
Still, it wouldn't be bad if people knew a little more about Superman. I don't want anyone thinking you're like that nut in Gotham City.

Lois Lane:
Nice work, Smallville. You're only the second person I've ever seen get under Lex's skin.

Lois Lane:
Me. When I dumped him.

Jor-El:
You know, Brainiac, somewhere in all those trillions of file clusters, there's got to be *one* that says people don't like to be spied upon.

Brainiac:
Then why did they create me?

Jor-El:
A question I often ask myself.