Superman: The Animated Series, Season One

Jor-El:
By my calculations these tremors are sign that Krypton is falling apart.

Science Council Member:
Let us see what Brainiac has to say about it.

Brainiac:
The tremors are simply result of Krypton's plates converging. That is all.

Science Council Member:
There you have it. Brainiac is always right.

Jor-El:
I have double-checked my experiments multiple times! Your faith in Brainiac will doom the Kryptonian race.

Chief Councilman:
Jor-El, suppose there is a slim chance Krypton might actually explode. What do you propose be done?

Jor-El:
Put everyone in the Phantom Zone.

Science Council scoffs at such a ridiculous proposal

Sul-Van:
You honestly expect every Kryptonian man, woman and child to take up residence among criminals?

Kryptonian Policeman:
Where did Jor-El go?

Brainiac:
It does not matter anymore. Farewell, Krypton.

Brainiac goes offline

Kryptonian Policeman:
Not another one?

Sul-Van:
No, the last one

Lana Lang:
You're saying you can see through walls? So, how many times have you peeked into the girls' locker room?

Perry White:
Good timing, Lois. I want you to be the first to know that I'm hiring a new guy on the city desk.

Lois:
Is he cute?

Perry White:
Um... you tell me.

Lois:
[spins around and sees Clark] Oh, hi.

Perry White:
This is the guy, Lois, Clark Kent from Smallville.

Lois:
Smallville? Never heard of it.

Clark:
Have you ever been to Kansas?

Lois:
God, no!

Superman:
[Trying to save a plane, the tail he's holding rips off] Nice one, Clark.

Clark Kent:
Now that the terrorists have your prototype, the Pentagon is undoubtedly gonna want you to build a bigger and better version for them. When all is said and done, this could net you a multimillion dollar windfall.

Lex Luthor:
Lois, it almost sounds as if your friend here is suggesting I should be glad that my suit was stolen. You're very amusing, Mr.... Kent, is it? Yes, I'll remember that.

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

Clark:
Who's the first?

Lois:
Me. When I dumped him.

Clark:
Whoa.

Lois:
Listen, Bibbo. [Takes out some change] Take this and call Clark Kent at the Planet, let him know where I am, and tell him to call Police Commissioner Henderson if he doesn't hear from me in twenty minutes. Got that? Twenty minutes.

Bibbo:
Um...

Lois:
Thanks, Bibbo, I owe you one. [Leaves]

Bibbo:
Yeah, yeah, sure. [To himself] Call Kirk Kent, know about the boat, and said somethin' about the police... [Sees a soda machine] Hey! Soda. [Looks at change; shrugs] She'll be okay.

Lois:
Nice 'S'.

Clark:
Excuse me?

After a lengthly battle with Corben in the Lexo-Skel. Superman breaks in and rips Corben out of the seat, holding him up by the throat

Superman:
Shall we go a few rounds without the suit?

Clark Kent:
Does this mean I'm going to have to give up my life?

Jonathan:
It doesn't matter where you were, or what you can do, you'll always be Clark Kent. Superman just helps out now and then.

Martha:
Still, it would 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:
You sound too good to be true. What's your secret?

Superman:
What do you mean?

Lois:
Well, you don't go around in blue tights and a cape all the time, do you? What do you do in your off hours?

Superman:
I think that's a question for another time.

Toyman:
A childhood is a terrible thing to lose, Miss Lane, but I'm getting mine back... with a vengeance.

Toyman:
Miss Lane, pay attention to the story. And take good notes.

Toyman hands Lois a kittykat style notepad suited for little girls. Toyman then shows a pop-up book

Toyman:
There once was a kindly old man who loved nothing more than making toys for good little boys and girls. His goal was to build the world's most wonderful toy factory. But he had no money. Along came a man, a very bad man, pop up of Bruno Mannheim holding a wad of cash and with devil horns who offered the kindly toymaker the money to build the factory.

Cut to Daily Planet office

Jimmy Olsen:
Winslow Schott Senior, through capital funded by Bruno Mannheim, owned and managed a large toy factory in the industrial area of Metropolis. Mannheim used it as a front for his numbers racket. It says here the FBI eventually investigated the illegal gambling.

Cut to Toyman's hideout

Toyman:
The bad man laughed as the nice old man was taken away and thrown in the dungeon!

Cut to Daily Planet

Headline:
TOYMAKER SENTENCED TO TEN YEARS

Clark Kent:
Sounds like Mannheim played Schott for a patsy. It says here although Bruno Mannheim was named as the chief suspect in the illegal operations, he was able to skip town and take advantage of his political connections to take the heat off himself.

Jimmy Olsen:
Schott faced the full force of the law and got jail time.

Clark Kent:
So he is Toyman!

Jimmy Olsen:
Uh, Clark, I do not think he is. Look at this.

Presents the obituary of Winslow Schott Sr.

Clark Kent:
The poor guy passed away shortly before he became eligible for parole. It says he was a widower and had no living relatives save for one son...Winslow Schott Junior!

Cut to Toyman's hideout

Toyman:
The son was bounced around from foster home to foster home, like a toy nobody wanted!

A helicopter lands atop a high-rise, Treasury agent and security guards get out

Treasury Agent:
OK, all set. Transfer of $100 plates from the U.S. Mint in Gotham to the U.S. Mint in Metropolis ready to occur.

Hired Muscle:
Hand them over!

Treasury agent complies

Treasury Agent:
I hope you know that this building is under armed guard and police surviellance. There is no way you get down from here.

Hired goon activates LexCorp jetpack and rocket boots and flies into air

Hired Muscle:
Who said anything about going down?

(Clark stands in front of some rocks he thinks to be Kryptonite)

Clark:
Nothing's happening.

Old lady:
You were expecting them to dance for you?

Parasite:
(to Superman) Good evening... dinner.

Parasite:
Good to see you again, Superman - or should I say "Clark"? That's right, Kent. I got your powers, I got your thoughts, and I got your secret.

Ralph:
Mr. Corben, I hope you don't mind me asking, but after all these months I just gotta know. How do you rate all this?

John Corben:
Ralph, the trick is to never underestimate the value of a good friend, and always keep your mouth shut.

Superman:
(about Corben's new invulnerability) How did you do it, Corben? A drug? Some kind of operation?

Corben:
Elective surgery. Jealous?

Superman:
Hardly, since you'll soon be back in prison.

(He tries to restrain Corben, but is met with suprisingly effective resisitance)

Corben:
I'm as strong as you are now!

Superman:
Almost...

Corben:
No, stronger!

(A panel on Corben's chest opens, revealing a kryptonite heart and weakening Superman)

Corben:
What's the matter, guy? You're looking a little green at the gills.

(He chuckles, and then knocks Superman backward with a single punch)

Corben:
I think you are jealous of me. Because now I'm the real Man of Steel!

Corben:
You humiliated me, Superman. Took me in by the scruff of the neck like I was a kid. Now it's payback time.

(Now insane from lack of feeling, Corben observes the synthetic flesh covering his metallic body)

Corben:
It's all fake... (starts tearing it away) A FRAUD! There's the reality! The metal behind the man! It's all I am now! It's who I am: Metallo.

Brainiac:
I apologize for any discomfort, but it was important that I accurately gauge your powers.

Superman:
Why? Morbid curiosity?

Brainiac:
Curiosity, yes. Morbid, hardly. You see, we have more in common than you could possibly know, Kal-El.

Superman:
How do you know my name? Have you been to Krypton?

Brainiac:
I am Krypton.

Lois Lane:
I'm confused, Kent. See, I've lived in Metropolis most of my life and I can't figure out how some yokel from Smallville is suddenly getting every hot story in town.

Clark Kent:
Well, Lois, the truth is, I'm actually Superman in disguise and I only pretend to be a journalist in order to hear about disasters as they happen, and then squeeze you out of the byline.

Lois:
You're a sick man, Kent.

Clark:
You asked.

(Lobo waits for Superman, firing a high-powered weapon around the room to attract his attention)

Lobo:
(yawns) This is gettin' lame. I thought he'd be here by now. Whoa, mosquito! (Fires weapon)

Lobo:
Finally! Been tryin' to get in touch with you all day.

Superman:
Who are you?!

Lobo:
Oh, I'm sorry. My card. (punches Superman in the face)

Lobo:
The name's Lobo. That's L as in "Lacerate", O as in "Obliterate", B as in "disem-Bowel" and O as in, uh... Well, I guess I can use "Obliterate" twice, huh? What do you think?

Superman:
I think you're a certifiable madman.

Lobo:
Thanks.

Lobo:
You actually care about them geeks!

Superman:
They're human beings.

Lobo:
Yeah, well, they're gonna have to make do without their big blue babysitter from now on. You see, someone's paying me a heap of cash for your carcass, and the Main Man always delivers.

Lobo:
(about to attack Superman) Now, the more you move, the worse it'll hurt. So feel free to go crazy!

The Preserver:
There is one more creature I would like to add to my collection: The last Czarnian.

Lobo:
Ha! That's rich! I'm the last Czarnian! [to Superman] I fragged the whole planet for my high school science project. Gave myself an "A".

Lobo:
(after Superman frees him) Hey, Blue, thanks.

(Lobo punches Superman)

Superman:
What was that for?!

Lobo:
Didn't want you to think I'm going soft on ya.

(Superman and Lobo hiding from robots' laser fire)

Superman:
We need a decoy to draw their fire.

Lobo:
(shoving Superman out in front of the robots) Eee-lected!

Lois:
Look at that. Tuh! The only thing holding that dress up is faith.

Lois:
It's the paparazzi wolves trying to get a scent of Lex's latest lady friend. Not that I read the gossip columns or anything, but I hear they're quite an item. Maybe I should warn her about him... nah.

Lana Lang:
Hmm. Red, blue, yellow. Primary, but it works in a superheroish kind of way. Let me guess, Martha sewed it for you.

Superman:
What?!

Lana Lang:
By the way, Clark, how are the folks?

Cpt. Maggie Sawyer:
Dan is a difficult man to work with.

Clark Kent:
Are you not concerned that he just quit?

Cpt. Maggie Sawyer:
If I had a dime for every time Dan turned in his badge I would have enough money to make Lex Luthor look like a pauper.

Angela Chen:
"We?" Well, it looks like Superman saved your skin again.

Superman:
Other way around! If it wasn't for Dan Turpin, I wouldn't be standing here tonight. Thanks.

Det. Daniel Turpin:
Anytime pal.

People takes Turpin seriously, as it was Turpin who saved Superman from certain death at the hands of Kanto and Mannheim

Lois Lane:
Where's Mannheim?

Det. Daniel Turpin:
I think he's Somewhere beyond our jurisdiction.

Cut to Mannheim following Kanto in a strange place of fire and brimstone

Bruno Mannheim:
Where in God's name are we?

Kanto:
That depends. Which 'god' are you talking about?

Bruno Mannheim:
Listen buddy, I'm through with these games, I want some answers!. You're gonna tell me who you work for?!

Kanto shows Bruno Mannheim who's master was. Cut to Darkseid standing atop a pillar''

Darkseid:
Welcome to Apokolips, Mr. Mannheim.

Bruno Mannheim:
Who are you?

Darkseid:
Your new Lord and Master. You may call me... Darkseid.

Mannheim quivers in fear

Parasite:
You want me to go into this guy's mind and try to find out where the bomb is. No skin off my nose. But I want something in return.

Superman:
What's that?

Parasite:
Something to help the time go faster in this dump... and not a bunch of boring books either. I want cable and the premium channels.