Smallville, Season 2

Nixon:
Why don't you stop playing the protector and admit the truth? You and your wife kept him because you couldn't have children of your own.

Jonathan:
We kept him because he is our son and we love him.

Nixon:
He's not your son, you deluded hick! He's not even human! You can kill me if you want for saying this, but you know I'm right. You're just a small man whose son's destiny is too big for you to comprehend. Clark doesn't belong to you. He belongs to the world.

Clark:
Dad's missing because of me. I brought this upon us.

Martha:
You can't blame yourself. You can't change who you are. As long as you live, people will try to exploit you. Your father and I have tried to shelter you as long as possible, but one day we won't be there for you. And you're gonna have to carry the burden of your gifts on your own.

Clark:
Don't say that, Mom.

Martha:
And when your day comes, I have no doubt in my heart that you'll make us proud.

Nixon:
Mr. Kent, since the beginning of time, people have been looking up at the stars and wondering "What's out there?" Clark is the answer that they have been waiting for.

Nixon:
Dying in a tomb. That's ironic. At least you got a legacy to leave behind... and a son to be proud of.

Jonathan:
The first time Clark used his abilities, he'd crawled under a big oak bed that my grandfather had made, and I crawled underneath it to try to get him out. All of a sudden the frame just came up in the air. He was a toddler lifting, I don't know, 500 pounds over his head.

Nixon:
What did you do?

Jonathan:
We decided to take him to a doctor scientist, somebody more equipped to understand than we were. But when we got in front of the office, Martha, she said that if we left him there that they would want to keep him and we'd never see him again. So I took him home. Now, that may have been a mistake, but it was a mistake I'd gladly make again.

Lana:
When the tornado came, I thought this was it. Fate had finally found me. Then I saw you in the truck and you put your arms around me and you told me that everything was going to be okay. I know, it sounds crazy, but I started to think of all the other times that you've been there to protect me. And I thought maybe there's more to Clark Kent than meets the eye.

Clark:
You're right. It does sound crazy. I mean, there's nothing more to me than what you see.

Clark:
I started to feel hot. And my eyes started to burn. All of a sudden, the spot I was staring at burst into flames.

Martha:
Just by looking at it?

Clark:
Hello? Hi, I'm Clark, I'm the kid who can lift up tractors and see through walls.

Clark:
I want to make sure everything's okay between us.

Chloe:
Yeah, it's hunky-dory!

Clark:
Wait. Now I know something's wrong. The only person who says "hunky-dory" is my father.

Clark:
Dad, you were right. Once I understood what triggered the heat, I was able to control it without thinking about... sex.

Jonathan:
You sure about that son?

Clark:
Trust me. Next time I have a date, I'll be able to take her out without setting her on fire.

Jonathan:
Well, that's a relief.

Martha:
My son is in jail. And your wife put him there.

Lex:
Maybe these fires were a cry for help.

Martha:
Is that you talking, or is Mrs. Luthor talking through you?

Lex:
Mrs. Kent, I would never ask you to take sides against your husband, please don't ask me to doubt my wife.

Martha:
Any good relationship relies on trust, but there has to be room to disagree. Like the way Jonathan and I disagreed about you. He couldn't see past the Luthor name, but I always thought you were truly trying to be a friend to Clark. Now I'm beginning to think Jonathan was right all along.

Lex:
Try to be more cautious. I let my passion get the best of me. I won't make that mistake again.

Clark:
Lex, I don't think having passion is such a bad thing.

Lex:
You're right, Clark. Passion for life and work and friends is great. As long as you keep it in check. I should take a page out of your book.

Lionel:
Never underestimate the value of eccentrics and lunatics, Lex. Every Arthur needs his Merlin.

[Pete finds Clark's spaceship]

Pete:
This thing's got extraterrestrial written all over it.

Clark:
Yeah, I bet there's little green guys running around the cornfield too, Pete.

Pete:
I'm serious, Clark. Have you ever seen anything like it?

Clark:
If the aliens came to Earth, don't you think they'd find a place a little more exciting than Smallville?

Pete:
No, no, no, think about it. Crop circles, cattle mutilation. They'd be like kids in a candy store here!

Pete:
So you're some sort of... what? You're not a human?

Clark:
I don't know what I am. I don't know where that ship brought me from. I just know that I grew up in Smallville, and everything that I care about and everyone that I care about is here.

Pete:
If you care about me so much, how come you never told me sooner?

Clark:
Pete, believe me, there wasn't a day that went by where I didn't want to tell you, but my parents thought it was too dangerous. Not just for me, but for anyone else who knew the truth.

Pete:
You didn't think I could handle it?

Clark:
Can you?

...

Clark:
Pete, another reason why I didn't say anything is because I knew people would look at me the exact same way that you're looking at me right now.

Pete:
And how's that?

Clark:
Like a freak. Pete, I've tried my whole life just to blend in, to try and be more normal than anyone else. Would you just say something? Call me... call me an alien, call me a monster. I don't care, just say something.

Pete:
It's like I don't even know you.

Pete:
Sure, Chloe. I saw a spaceship. I even met an alien.

Chloe:
Really? Would you like to describe it?

Pete:
Actually he looks a lot like Clark.

Chloe:
I thought aliens were little and green.

Pete:
I guess things aren't always what you think they are.

Pete:
What about the x-ray deal? Have you ever used it to look through a girls...

Clark:
It only works when I focus and I do not use it to invade people's privacy.

Pete:
So you're telling me never once have you looked in the girls' locker room?

Clark:
Well... maybe once.

Pete:
That's my boy.

Martha:
I think our not so normal son might be going through some classic teenage rebellion.

Jonathan:
Well, I think I liked dealing with heat vision a lot better than that.

Jonathan:
Get in the truck, son.

Clark:
Give me one reason why I should.

Jonathan:
Because I am your father and I just told you to get in the truck.

Clark:
You're not my father. You never were.

Martha:
If the green meteor rocks affect Clark physically, maybe the red affects him emotionally.

Jonathan:
It would sure explain his personality changes.

Martha:
The longer he's exposed to the green meteors, the worse he gets. If the same is true with the red rocks, then God help us all.

Clark:
Hey, if you guys want to waste your life in this mud hole, that's your problem. I'm through being poor.

Jonathan:
Listen, we might not have all the things that other people have, but I didn't think our family was about that!

Clark:
With my abilities, I can make millions. Sports, TV... it's all waiting for me. You're the ones who have been forcing me to hide who I really am.

Jonathan:
No! We are the ones who have been trying to protect you. We don't want anybody coming here and taking you away.

Clark:
Protecting me? Using me. I'm just another piece of equipment to keep your little farm going.

Clark:
Lex may be too afraid to tell you, but I'm not. No one in Smallville wants you here.

Lionel:
You seem to know a lot about me. You got a name?

Clark:
Clark Kent.

Lionel:
Jonathan and Martha Kent's son? As far as I know, they're good people. Salt of the earth. I'm astonished they'd raise such a blatantly aggressive offspring.

Clark:
Well, if you like them so much, I'm sure they'll put you up. I hear they have a spare bedroom, and I know they could use the cash.

Lionel:
You've got a lot to learn about tact, young man. But you speak your mind. That's good. It'll take you far.

Clark:
Oh, I'm going to the top.

Clark:
[reading a poem] It's a little mushy.

Lana:
I almost forgot. Clark Kent, the man of steel.

Lex:
Anyone who doesn't appreciate poetry doesn't understand that it's all about seduction.

Lionel:
Lex? I can feel your smirk from here.

Martha:
Are you all right?

Pete:
Yeah. The doctor's say it's a hairline fracture, which is ironic because it hurts everywhere else except my hairline. Being part of this family should come with its own group health insurance.

Lana:
If you really like someone, you accept every part of them. But you can't do that until they're willing to share every part with you.

Clark:
My mom's been kind of secretive the last couple days.

Lana:
A Kent secretive. That's shocking.

Lana:
All these years, I've had this image of the Kents as the perfect family.

Clark:
I guess we're just as dysfunctional as everyone else.

Mr. Reynolds:
A person is judged by the company they keep. In my experience, Lex Luthor doesn't have friends. He sees people as a means towards an end.

Clark:
I don't think that's true.

Mr. Reynolds:
Time will tell.

Clark:
Two progeria deaths in two days. What are the odds of that?

Chloe:
I don't know. Lana wanted to cancel the Spirit Week party, but Principal Reynolds asked her not to. He said he wanted to keep things as normal as possible.

Pete:
He obviously hasn't had his normal-meter reset for Smallville.

Lex:
You pushed me, and in hindsight, I appreciate that. In some ways, you're responsible for the man I am today.

Mr. Reynolds:
I'm not sure that's a burden I care to take on.

Martha:
How can you be as fast as lightning and as slow as molasses all at the same time?

Clark:
Sometimes, Mom, I'm even a mystery to myself.

Jonathan:
Wait a minute, didn't I just fix your alarm clock recently?

Clark:
Yeah, but I crushed it this morning hitting the snooze alarm. Guess I'm not much of a morning person.

Jonathan:
Must have got that from your mother. You know, she could be late to her own wedding. In fact, she was late to her own wedding.

Martha:
Not all of us were trained by roosters.

Lana:
What's wrong?

Chloe:
Clark and I just had a massive blow-out.

Lana:
About what?

Chloe:
His secrets, privacy... my pathological inability to curb my curiosity.

Pete:
Man, this "Mission Impossible" stuff is great. But other than my scintillating conversational skills, I still don't understand why you brought me along.

Clark:
I need your spit.

Lex:
Ever wish you had a big brother to help you with your jump shot?

Clark:
I think I've managed to become a pretty decent player on my own.

Lex:
Rachel Dunleavy came to see me. She says you and I have a few chromosomes in common. My father's chromosomes to be exact.

Clark:
You mean...

Lex:
Personally, I think I got all the looks in the family.

Lana:
I have done pretty well without a father this long. I don't know why I thought I needed one now.

Clark:
I do. Lana, we're different. We don't get to see our biological parents every day, and see a little piece of who we are, who we may become. If I had a chance to get to know my birth parents, I wouldn't give up just because the first meeting didn't go the way I hoped.

Lex:
So you staged a one-man prison break? How did you manage to get him out without anybody stopping you?

Clark:
Just lucky, I guess.

Lex:
You're the luckiest guy I've ever met. Let's hope it doesn't run out before tomorrow.

Lex:
Ryan, real life is not a comic book. Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty, make compromises.

Ryan:
That's what your father told you. That doesn't mean it's right.

Lex:
Clark, I understand what you're going through, but sometimes, no matter how much you want to save someone, there's nothing you can do.

Clark:
I'm not gonna let Ryan down.

Lex:
When my mother got sick, I spent all my time researching the best doctors and treatments. The most important thing I could've done was spend time with her. By the time I realized that, it was too late. I wasn't at her side when she passed, Clark. Don't make the same mistake I did.

Clark:
I'm not going to let him die, Lex.

Ryan:
Weren't they best friends?

Lex:
Once upon a time.

Ryan:
Well, what happened to them?

Lex:
Well, they ruled the Guardian Realm together until Devilicus told Warrior Angel that they should join forces and conquer humanity. Together, no one would be able to stop them.

Ryan:
What did Warrior Angel say?

Lex:
He refused. He believed it was a hero's sacred duty to protect those weaker than himself. Devilicus thought he was naive and vowed to destroy him and everything he stood for.

Ryan:
Why do you think Devilicus went bad?

Lex:
I'm not sure. Probably wasn't aware of it. You see, Ryan, in life, the road to darkness is a journey, not a light switch.

Ryan:
You should remember that, Lex.

Lex:
I'm prepared to sacrifice it if that's what it takes to defeat you.

Mayor Tate:
You know, you've got money, but you're not from here. People don't like you. All it'll take is some fiery campaign speeches about outside interests controlling this community and you'll start to feel the heat.

Lex:
When Winston Churchill heard about the attack on Pearl Harbor, he broke out a bottle of champagne and said, "We've won the war." His generals looked at him like he'd lost his mind. America's pacific fleet was wiped out, France was overrun, and the Luftwaffe was bombing London. Churchill said America is like a giant boiler. Light a fire under it, and there's no limit to the amount of heat it can generate. If you start a fire, Mayor Tate, you better be prepared to deal with the flames.

[at an anger management class]

Lex:
What are you here for?

Helen Bryce:
I drop kicked an orderly. I have a violent reaction to incompetence.

Lex:
The drop kick must have caught him off guard.

Helen Bryce:
So, what did you do? Verbally demean your butler?

Lex:
Cute. I took a 9 iron to a meter maid's car.

Helen Bryce:
Wow, now I'm really jealous. I've always wanted to do that. How'd it feel?

Lex:
Great.

Helen Bryce:
Word of advice, keep that to yourself in here.

Lex:
Guess I owe you a belated thank you.

Helen Bryce:
Actually, I should be thanking you. It's cases like yours that convinced me to leave Metropolis.

Lex:
I'm flattered I turned you from a life of nose jobs and liposuctions to small town medicine.

Helen:
For the record, I refused to join my father's practice and we stopped speaking.

Lex:
They hate when you do that.

Helen:
Sounds like you speak from experience.

Lex:
You witnessed my self-destructive phase. Then I almost let my father die... now I'm just trying to beat him at his own game.

Helen:
How's that going?

Lex:
I terrorize meter maids.

Helen:
Yeah. I drop kick orderlies. It's funny, I was never an angry child.

Chloe:
What really gets me is I should have known better. Only Chloe Sullivan could fall for a guy who splits himself in two. What is it about me? Do I have a sign around my neck that says "Mutant Magnet"?

Lionel:
I want you as my partner. Blame it on a brief bout of sentimentality.

Lex:
Sentimentality is synonymous with vulnerability. You taught me that. You're on your own.

Clark:
I need to raise bail money for Joseph Willowbrook. He's being set up, I think by LuthorCorp.

Lex:
That's a pretty serious accusation, Clark. Don't get me wrong, I'm impressed by your conviction, but going head to head with my father? You're a little like David trying to slay Goliath.

Clark:
Where do you stand?

Lex:
Any culture that's left a legacy that would endure for centuries has earned my respect. I'm afraid it's a losing battle.

Clark:
Didn't David beat Goliath?

Lana:
Whitney's shared more with me since we broke up than when we were together. What is it with guys and their emotions? The closer you get to them, the more they keep everything in.

Chloe:
Must be some sort of protective instincts. You know, maybe we should just stop falling for guys who are trying to save the world.

Clark:
I have these feelings for Kyla, and I don't want to doubt her, but I'm not sure she's being honest with me.

Jonathan:
Well, Clark, not everybody's exactly what they seem. I mean, we should know that better than anybody.

Lionel:
Lex, have I done something in the recent past to offend you?

Lex:
There are so many ways I could answer that question, Dad.

Clark:
Lex, you've been dating Helen for a while. But nothing you ever told me about her would lead me to believe she's the espionage type.

Lex:
I'm afraid one day you'll learn the frustrating truth, Clark. People are seldom whom they appear to be.

Clark:
Did she give you any kind of explanation?

Lex:
Didn't get that far. When she learned that I had her investigated, she turned hostile and stormed out.

Clark:
If I knew someone was investigating me, I'd be a little ticked off too.

Lex:
You're telling me my father offered you $100,000 against your will? Why would he do that?

Helen:
I can't even begin to fathom the depths of the Luthor family pathology.

Lex:
You could have been honest. You could have told me.

Helen:
I was about to. But before I could say a word, I realized I was in the middle of an interrogation.

Lex:
Helen, if I had known...

Helen:
No, I'm glad that this happened. It showed me who I was really dealing with. You know, I've done some pretty stupid things in my life, but this could possibly win the Nobel Prize for stupidity. I fell for someone who never really existed.

Martha:
Sweetheart, are you all right?

Clark:
I just can't help thinking that... Whitney's skin wasn't bulletproof. His bones weren't unbreakable, but he still put himself in harm's way so the world could be safer. I wonder if I didn't have my abilities if I'd have that same kind of courage.

Jonathan:
Son, there is no doubt in our minds that you would.

Lex:
From the time I was born, I was raised in an environment of suspicion and distrust. My father taught me to regard everyone as an adversary no matter who they are.

Helen:
I'm really sorry you had to grow up like that, Lex, I am.

Lex:
When my mother died, I began to build a wall around my heart. Every year that wall grew taller and more fortified until eventually it became impenetrable. I want to tear the wall down, Helen, I do. I just-- I don't have the slightest clue how to do it.

Helen:
Lex...

Lex:
I never once asked anyone for help, but I'm asking you now. Help me, Helen. I don't want to become my father.

Lana:
It seems like every person that I've ever gotten close to just leaves.

Clark:
That's not true.

Lana:
Yeah, it is. My parents, Nell, now Whitney. I know I haven't been a good friend.

Clark:
You've been a great friend.

Lana:
No, I have doubted you, accused you of things, and still you're here protecting me. I don't care if you have secrets, Clark. You are the one good, constant thing in my life and I don't want to lose you too.

Clark:
I'm not going anywhere.

Clark:
Lex, what's going on?

Lex:
Big Brother is listening, or should I say "Big Daddy"?

Clark:
What are you saying, your dad's spying on you?

Lex:
I had the inside track on a multi-million dollar contract. At the last minute, LuthorCorp manages to underbid me. You do the math.

Clark:
Lex, you've got to calm down...

Lex:
Don't tell me to calm down, Clark! How would you feel if someone were listening to every private word you uttered, learning all your secrets?

Jonathan:
[to Lex] Look, I don't know how things work in your house, but around here, we think it's important to respect other people's privacy.

Clark:
Dad...

Lex:
It's all right, Clark... Mr. Kent, ever since the day I moved to Smallville, I've done nothing but try to be a friend to you. And in return, you do nothing but lecture me with sanctimonious platitudes. I'm done listening to them.

Martha:
Why don't you just let us go? You can avoid adding kidnapping to the breaking and entering charges!

Lionel:
You should listen to this woman. I find her advice invariably sound.

Lex:
Clark, how did you get inside?

Lionel:
The boy's resourceful, Lex. What difference does it make how he did it? He saved us. That's what's important.

Lex:
Dad. I want you to know I was doing everything I could to secure your release.

Lionel:
[sarcastically] Oh, I'm sure you did a great deal.

Jonathan:
Wait. Are you sure that this is the best thing to do? Quit, I mean.

Martha:
What do you mean? I thought you'd be happy about it.

Jonathan:
If you hadn't been working for Lionel, then we'd have no way of knowing that he was keeping tabs on Clark.

Martha:
So, instead of staying away from him...

Jonathan:
Maybe we should take a page out of the Luthor playbook.

Dominic:
You can save the concerned son routine, Lex. I have everything under control.

Lex:
The loyal lapdog sitting watch at his master's door, secretly hoping he doesn't make it?

Dominic:
As I recall, you almost let him die once. Who's to say you didn't try to finish the job? God knows after yesterday, you'd have enough reason to want him dead.

Lex:
You know what I find so amusing about you, Dominic, is that you actually believe my father is grooming you.

Dominic:
It's unfortunate that they already have a suspect in custody. I can't think of a person with a better motive for killing your father than you.

Lionel:
If you were really ready to run LexCorp, there's no way I could have taken it from you. Look at this as an opportunity for us to work together again, father and son.

Lex:
When I broke away from you, I swore I'd never be under your thumb again.

Lionel:
It's my hope that you'll stay and rise to the challenge.

Lex:
Your ego wouldn't allow it. I'll fight you on this and I'll win.

Lionel:
You better have something stronger than words to back up those threats, son, because as of this moment you are just another employee.

Lex:
So now you're implying I pulled the trigger?

Clark:
It's not like I haven't seen you shoot someone before.

Lex:
Get out of here before you say something you really regret.

Clark:
I'm not going anywhere. Not until I get some answers. Are you trying to frame my dad?

Lex:
After all this time, I thought you knew me better than the average tabloid reader.

Clark:
If you don't start trusting me with the truth, what else am I supposed to think?

Lex:
Stay out of it, Clark.

Clark:
My dad's life is at stake here!

Lex:
So is my father's!

Clark:
You grow up with someone, you think you know them, but... I mean, darkness like that just doesn't come out of nowhere... I'm sorry about your company. What's gonna happen next?

Lex:
My father thinks I'll go back to work for him.

Clark:
Will you?

Lex:
It's hard to imagine working for a man who can enrage four people to the point where any one of them had motive to kill him.

Clark:
Even you.

Lex:
You know that darkness you were talking about? I'm not sure we're born with it. I think people like my father find a way to bring it out.

Lex:
So you took an honest man and destroyed him. And by proxy, almost ruined Jonathan Kent. How does it feel, Dad, knowing you brought this on yourself?

Lionel:
But I didn't, Lex. You did... engineering your ill-advised employee coup.

Lex:
And you actually believe that?

Lionel:
It's all right, son. I forgive you.

Chloe:
My feelings for Clark are so ancient, they're... they're fossilized!

Chloe:
What are you?

Clark:
Let's just say I'm not from around here.

Chloe:
[to Pete] You knew about this?

Pete:
He's my brother... from another planet.

Chloe:
Can you fly?

Clark:
Whoa, wait a minute. I may be an alien, but I'm not a cartoon.

Chloe:
[to Lex] You know, I always wondered. For a boy who has all the money in the world, you'd think he could afford a good toupee.

[Pete knocks Clark unconscious with Kryptonite]

Chloe:
Whoa! How'd you do that?

Pete:
Clark's Achilles' heel. He may be a boy scout, but I'm always prepared.

Pete:
Working at the Talon... could you be any more obvious?

Clark:
What happened to the Pete Ross rule of proximity? "If you wanna get in the game, you've gotta get on the court."

Pete:
Clark, Lana would be your boss. She's going to take out all of her pent up frustrations of all the times you've ever let her down. You're not going to be in the game. You're going to be in the locker room cleaning the toilets.

Lucas:
[to Clark] So, you and Lex seem close.

Pete:
What, are you kidding? They're like brothers.

Clark:
So, Lucas, where did you grow up?

Lucas:
All over.

Pete:
Must be kind of weird not knowing your mom or your dad.

Lucas:
No, not really. Parents always try to make you little versions of them selves. When you grow up without those constraints, you're allowed to become your own person.

Clark:
It's an interesting theory. I don't think I buy it, though.

Lucas:
All right. Let's take you and Lex, for example. If he were raised by your parents and you were raised by Lionel, you wouldn't grow up to be different people? Trust me, you'd be rich and miserable, and he'd be wearing flannel. But if you were left totally alone, abandoned by your parents, how do you think you'd turn out?

Lex:
I bet a lot of people are out looking for you. Like your friends from Edge City.

Lucas:
Oh, wow, Lex, is that a threat?

Lex:
You know, Lucas, the Luthor gene pool is a shark tank, and our father's just chummed the waters. Good Luck.

Clark:
I'm sorry that Lucas didn't turn out to be the brother you wanted.

Lex:
Considering his father, I'm surprised he's still alive at all.

Clark:
Where is Lucas now?

Lex:
Safe. But I'm going to have some work to do to regain his trust.

Clark:
You will. You're not your father.

Lex:
Sometimes, Clark, we're all held hostage by the will of our fathers. The only difference is, your dad is a good man. All my father does is push people away.

Clark:
As long as I live, I don't think I'm ever going to understand your family.

Lex:
Neither will I. Just remember, my father may try and rule the world, but yours will inherit the earth.

Chloe:
Well, this is gonna make quite a story. "Clark Kent ends record-breaking perfect attendance streak." Sorry. I'm doing it again. I just... I've never seen you sick before, and it just got me thinking, you know? What if something did happen to you? And I never got to... [pause] So in yet another classic maneuver to avoid emotional intimacy, I wrote my feelings down so that I could read them to you, thereby eliminating embarrassing eye contact. [reading] "I want to let you in on a secret. I'm not who you think I am. In fact, my disguise is so thin, I'm surprised you haven't seen right through me. I'm the girl of your dreams masquerading as your best friend. Sometimes I want to rip off this façade like I did at the Spring Formal, but I can't because you'll get scared and you'll run away again. So I decided that it's better to live with a lie than expose my true feelings." [stops] This is so much easier when you're unconscious... [continues reading] "My dad told me there are two types of girls. The ones you grow out of and the ones you grow into. I really hope I'm the latter. I may not be the one you love today, but I'll let you go for now, hoping one day you'll fly back to me because I think you're worth the wait."

Clark:
I offered Dad a bit of spot welding, but he said it'd only slow him down.

Jonathan:
Son, as hard as it is for you to believe, even your abilities are no substitute for a three-quarter inch copper washer.

Clark:
Pete, are you sure the ship will be safe in your shed?

Pete:
Yeah, we'll put it between the old Betamax and my dad's Pong game. Indiana Jones couldn't find it down there.

Jonathan:
Look, I need you to promise me that you won't tell anybody about this, and I mean anybody.

Helen:
Mr. Kent, I take my doctor/patient confidentiality very seriously. But Clark needs proper care.

Jonathan:
Doctor, Clark isn't exactly what you'd call a normal boy.

Helen:
I need to get a blood sample.

Jonathan:
Listen, Dr. Bryce, you can't do that.

Helen:
Is this some sort of religious thing?

Jonathan:
No, I mean literally, you can't do that.

Clark:
Is Chloe okay?

Lana:
What happened to you really affected her. Me too. It was really hard seeing you sick. Guess I somehow always thought of you as invincible.

Clark:
Now you think I'm just human.

Lana:
I guess that's my way of saying that you mean a lot to me, Clark. And I know it's not very eloquent... but I guess some people are just better with words than others.

Clark:
What is it?

Swann:
It's a message from the stars, Clark. All my life, I've been staring out into space wondering. Wondering is anybody else out there? And then 13 years ago, I got an answer.

Clark:
The day of the meteor shower.

Swann:
One of my receiving stations picked up a faint signal. It took me years to decrypt it. And finally, I discovered a mathematical key that was built into the transmission.

Clark:
Can you read it?

Swann:
Yes. It says "This is Kal-El of Krypton. Our infant son, our last hope. Please protect him and deliver him from evil."

Swann:
I've always wondered what happened to that child, if he survived the journey, if he lived among us. And then three days ago, I saw the symbol for Hope burned onto the side of a barn in Smallville, and I found that the farmer and his wife had an adopted son.

Clark:
So you think I'm Kal-El? I'm just Clark Kent.

Swann:
No, no, I'm not trying to expose you, Clark. I'm just... I'm just seeking the truth.

Clark:
I'm sorry, Doctor. The truth is, I'm not who you think I am.

Swann:
If you can live with that decision, so can I. But if you walk out that door, it'll never be open to you again.

Swann:
That's where Krypton was. I followed the signal's path billions of miles out into space. I was hoping to discover its origin but instead, I found nothing.

Clark:
Planets just don't disappear. What do you think happened to it?

Swann:
Oh, it could be any one of a million different scenarios. War, famine, disease. I mean, look at the world around us. Is it really that hard to believe?

Clark:
It's a message from my biological father. I'm sure I'm reading it wrong.

Jonathan:
Why? What does it say?

Clark:
[reading] "On this third planet from this star Sol, you will be a god among men. They are a flawed race. Rule them with strength, my son. That is where your greatness lies." I think I was sent here to conquer. What kind of planet am I from?

Jonathan:
Clark Kent, you're here to be a force for good, not a force of evil.

Clark:
How can you be so sure?

Jonathan:
Because I am your father. I raised you, and I know you better than anyone.

Chloe:
What are you doing to those poor citrus?

Clark:
Well, apparently there's enough acid in them to act as a battery.

Chloe:
How very "Survivor" of you. What are you going to call it? A Clockwork Orange?

Pete:
Don't you wish you were the first one to say that?

Clark:
It's like Cyrus is in his own world. He takes teenage alienation to a whole new level.

Lana:
Well, we all have our ways of escaping from our lives. I ride, Chloe writes, and you... you do incredibly strenuous farm chores by yourself.

Clark:
Well, I guess you know my deepest and darkest secret now.

Clark:
You don't think he's really an alien, do you?

Chloe:
No. But wouldn't it be awesome if he was, though?

Clark:
Yeah, it'd be the story of the century, wouldn't it?

Chloe:
This isn't about Pulitzers, Clark. I mean, can you imagine being from another planet? The experiences you could share?

Clark:
It wouldn't freak you out?

Chloe:
Compared to most people, I think aliens would be a step up.

Lex:
I never figured you for having an identity crisis, Clark.

Clark:
It's for a friend.

Lex:
Haven't heard that one before. What's your friend's problem? Napoleon or Messiah complex?

Clark:
Actually he thinks he's an alien.

Lex:
So that proves he isn't... come on, Clark, if you were really an alien would you go around telling people about it?

Clark:
Probably not.

Lex:
Let me guess. Your friend, he's a little odd. Spends a lot of time alone, thinks no one understands him. I just described myself in high school. It's a classic outsider profile. I'd say he's just trying to get attention. You believe there are aliens among us, Clark?

Chloe:
Trust me. This kid is more David Blaine than he is Wall of Weird.

Clark:
All right, well, that still doesn't explain how he cured Tyson.

Chloe:
Yeah, I haven't figured that one out yet. But I'd be willing to bet that he faked that one too somehow.

Clark:
No, I was there. It was real.

Chloe:
Okay, well, I'm not discounting the possibility that he may have some magic healing power. But if he does, it's probably byproduct of meteorite poisoning. He is no more extraterrestrial than you are.

Jonathan:
Sheriff, we know our son and Clark would never deliberately hurt anybody. I'm sure whatever he did, he did it 'cause he thought he had to.

Sheriff Adams:
By throwing another young man across my police car? I ran a complete check on your son, Mr. Kent. He's been at more crime scenes than Eliot Ness.

Martha:
If Clark's been involved with police business, it's only because he was trying to help people.

Sheriff Adams:
Or maybe he's got some kind of hero complex? I mean, even heroes got to play by the rules.

Pete:
Clark Kent, convict.

Chloe:
Yeah, I know, when do you get fit for that orange jump suit? Or is it one size fits all?

Clark:
Forty hours of community service is not funny... it's an orange vest.

Chloe:
Oh, no! It's gonna clash with the plaid!

Pete:
Welcome to Smallville, where you stop the crime, you do the time.

Adams:
Very pithy. Maybe I should use that as my campaign slogan?

Lex:
Lana, I know what it's like to feel vulnerable.

Lana:
You?

Lex:
Trust me. Eccentric bald kids sit pretty low on the prep school totem pole.

Jonathan:
You did throw him into that car, Clark.

Clark:
Maybe this is where it all starts. Remember what it said in the spaceship? "They're a flawed race. Rule them with strength."

Jonathan:
Son, I got into a lot of fights when I was your age too, believe me. But, Clark, these are not alien feelings. What you have to remember under these circumstances is that there are consequences.

Martha:
Your father's right. You don't make decisions in a split second that you have to live with for the rest of your life.

Jonathan:
Clark, it's true. We are a flawed race, sure. But we're a flawed race that raised you. You're a lot more human than you think.

Lana:
Lex has a way of bringing out a side of me that's both scary and liberating at the same time.

Clark:
Well, you know the first rule of self defense is to avoid conflict.

Lana:
Relax, Clark, I'm not about to go prowling the night fighting crime. I'll leave that to the expert.

Clark:
Well, you can trust me, there's no future in fighting crime unless you enjoy being sued.

Clark:
My article about the debate team. Oh, Chloe, I'm really sorry. I'll give it to you first thing tomorrow morning.

Chloe:
Well, unfortunately Clark, I needed it tonight. To fill in the hole, I had to blow up the lunch menu to a 60-point type. I'm sure the student body is going to find that fascinating.

Henry Small:
I guess some small part of me is still getting used to all this.

Lana:
What, dropping by for a casual visit with your daughter?

Henry Small:
No, entering a business co-owned by a Luthor without an injunction in my hand.

Clark:
What are you doing out of jail?

Eric:
Seems I've got friends in higher places that I didn't even know about. And suddenly, you're not so anonymous.

Clark:
I'll testify, if that's what it takes to put you away.

Eric:
Oh no, I'd think about that Kent. I mean, I know you're unbreakable, but people that you care about aren't. I'd sure hate to think something happened to those wholesome parents of yours.

Clark:
Dad, look around. Look at what they did to this place. You said yourself I can't protect you. You have to think of Mom. You have to think about the baby.

Jonathan:
I am thinking about Mom. I am thinking about the baby. I'm also thinking about you.

Clark:
Dad, please! Please.

Jonathan:
All right, I'll take your mother to a doctor in Metropolis, and maybe stay with your grandfather for a couple days. Son, I'd feel a whole hell of a lot better if you'd agree to come with us.

Clark:
I can't.

Jonathan:
Clark, I'm not going to stand here and ask you to do nothing because you and I both know that I would not do nothing. But I want you to remember something son. They have your strength, but they don't have any of your other abilities. You make sure you give yourself a fighting chance.

Chloe:
I don't understand why the most powerful man in the city is interested in helping me.

Lionel:
We're after the same thing, Miss Sullivan... the truth. You know, journalists are the midwives of history. Perhaps, with my help, we could make history together.

Clark:
If this is the mysterious Lana, I like it. What is this all about?

Lana:
Us, kind of. I just wanted to thank you for yesterday. There were a few minutes there when I really thought I might be losing it. But, you never doubted me. Not for a second. You always believe in me. Thanks a lot.

Clark:
Lana, what is this all about?

Lana:
It's just that sometimes I feel like you've created this perfect picture of who I am.

Clark:
That's what I see.

Lana:
This might sound silly... but I have this fear that-- that one day you'll finally get a good look at me and... I'm going to disappoint you. That you'll see that I'm not as strong or as good as you think I am. And I'm afraid that it'll change the way you feel about me.

Clark:
Nothing could ever do that.

Lionel:
I wanted to give you my gift in person, since it's obvious by now that I won't be receiving a wedding invitation.

Lex:
You offered the woman I love a hundred thousand dollars to leave me.

Lionel:
I did you a favor, Lex. That was the ultimate test of loyalty and she passed with flying colors. You should be thanking me.

Lex:
Well, my thank you note must be lost in the mail along with your invitation.

Pete:
Clark, couldn't the bone yard visit have waited till after the rain stopped?

Clark:
It's the only way to disprove the zombie theory.

Pete:
Yeah. Well, if this Emily girl really is a ghost I really don't think she'd appreciate you scoping out her coffin.

Lionel:
I like to think that I treat everyone at LuthorCorp as part of the family.

Lex:
Well, that would explain the lack of loyalty.

Lionel:
All right, Lex, what's the crisis? One minute you want nothing to do with me and then I'm inundated with urgent messages.

Lex:
How does it feel to play God, Dad?

Clark:
I've been looking through every book from Socrates to Shakespeare trying find some who could put into words the way Lex and Helen feel about each other. But what I realize is, there are no words for it, that when you have it, you trust it, and you believe in it, take a chance on it, you're willing to sacrifice anything to keep it, no matter what the cost.

Lana:
If you knew that Lex was keeping secrets from you, but he was being truthful about the important things like, um, like the way he feels about you...would that be enough?

Helen:
I guess you have to decide. Is the part of themselves they're willing to share with you better than not having them in your life at all?

Lana:
Okay. I know it's not your birthday for another seven minutes, but I wanted to surprise you.

Clark:
You did.

Lana:
I get the feeling it's not in a good way.

Clark:
It's just it's not really my birthday. It's just some date that my parents picked off the calendar for the adoption papers.

Lana:
Maybe some of us want to celebrate the day you came into our lives.

Clark:
I never thought of it that way.

Lionel:
The wall, Doctor. What does it say?

Walden:
"The last son will rule the planet." Don't you see? It's Clark Kent!

Lex:
I think that's a pretty big leap.

Walden:
No! I've never seen more clearly in my life. I know exactly what has to be done.

Lionel:
What is that, Doctor?

Walden:
We have to kill Clark Kent, before he destroys us all.

Clark:
I'm going to rule the world? He's obviously nuts.

Lex:
Of course he is. Unfortunately my father was there. He heard the whole thing.

Clark:
But he didn't believe him, did he?

Lex:
He quoted one of his favorite Elizabethan poets. "'Twixt truth and madness lies but a sliver of a stream." He's not just gonna let this drop. I thought I'd warn you.

Jor-el:
I am Jor-El, your father.

Clark:
I thought you died!

Jor-El:
I am his memory, his will. I am to fulfill his promise and guide you all the days of your life. You are the last son of Krypton. When you traveled through the cosmos, you carried the hopes and dreams of your people. They now live through you, Kal-El. It is time.

Clark:
Time for what?

Jor-El:
Time to accept your destiny.

Clark:
I don't know what you have in mind for me, but I--

Jor-El:
By the setting of the sun Sol, you will return to me. Your destiny will be fulfilled. Your thoughts are not a mystery to me, Kal-El. These people have served their purpose. It is time to leave them.

Clark:
Please! Everything and everyone I love is here! In Smallville!

Jor-El:
You must let go of your past. I will guide you to your future.

Clark:
No, I don't want your guidance! I want to create my own future!

Jor-El:
You have no choice, Kal-El.

Martha:
Whatever your biological father may have had in mind for you, they're his hopes and dreams, not yours.

Jonathan:
Clark, you choose your own destiny. Nobody can decide that for you, son.

Clark:
This is my home. And you're my parents. It's where I belong, and I'm not going anywhere

Jor-El:
You will obey me, Kal-El.

Clark:
You're not my father. I won't let you control me.

Jor-El:
You cannot fight it, Kal-El. At the zenith of the star Sol, you will begin your journey. If you do not, you will hurt the ones you love most.

Chloe:
You were right about Clark. He wasn't who I thought he was. I'm surprised I hadn't noticed earlier. So much for my crack journalistic instinct.

Lionel:
No, no, love has a way of blinding even the sharpest minds. We don't look because we don't want to see. But once love has been stripped away, then we see the real person clearly. They're revealed to us with all their flaws, their foibles, and their secrets.

Clark:
Come with me.

Lana:
Smallville's my home. It's your home too.

Clark:
Not anymore.

Clark Kent:
Lana, have you seen Chloe?

Lana Lang:
She's at the Sheriff Station giving her statement.

Clark Kent:
I don't remember ordering a side of hostility.

Lana Lang:
I can't believe you accused Ian of murdering Mr. Frankel!

Clark Kent:
Lana, you have to believe me. I don't know how he did it but he is lying to everyone.

Lana Lang:
A boy with secrets. I'm surprised you guys aren't fast friends.

Clark Kent:
Don't try to turn this around on me. He's seeing you and Chloe at the same time. He's at her house. She's his alibi!

Lana Lang:
Clark, they were finishing up an interview!

Clark Kent:
Does Chloe always finish up her interviews by making out with the subjects?