Lois And Clark Quotes

I never understood why Clark Kent was so hell bent on keeping Lois Lane in the dark.

Courage doesn't mean never being afraid. We're all afraid sometimes. Bravery means doing the right thing anyway. That's true strength.

Clark. Superman. She loved two men. It was extraordinary how alike and how different they were.-Lois Lane

Flying was no cure for want of sleep. The brain wanted time to recycle: when it became all one long, uninterrupted day, the ability to keep going and to keep thinking was no warrant it was healty even for Superman.-Superman

Well," Mr. Cheeseman interjected. "Perhaps there's an easy solution to this. Maybe Captain Fabulous has an alter ego." "What's an alter ego?" asked Gerard. "It's a superhero's true but secret identity," said Chip. "You know, the way that Superman is really Clark Kent." "Superman is really Clark Kent?" "It's pretty obvious," said Penny. "To everyone but you and Lois Lane." "Okay," Gerard conceded. "Captain Fabulous's alter ego will be...Teddy Roosevelt.

Lois. Oh… no. Lois. Dinner. His name … be it Clark Kent or Superman …was mud. –Clark Kent

He listens when I talk.

Sometimes, if you have faith in people they'll surprise you. Mom and Dad taught me that. Risk is the price of believing most people want to be good.

But there was someone she knew who could speak with a special knowledge on the Cross-Lexcorp controversy. Someone she’d rather not deal with. Someone she’d as soon not see again as long as she lived. Her former fiancé. Lex. Lex Luthor. – Lois Lane

It figured my family would get along better with Clark than they did me.

Clark Kent gives up his powers just to have sexual intercourse with Lois Lane in a glittery bed. Who’d make such a stupid swap? If you could fly? Deflect nuclear missiles into space? Turn back time by spinning the planet in reverse? Sexual intercourse can’t be that good.

I'm not Lois Lane and you are neither Superman nor Clark Kent," she fired back. "It's crazy for you to go anywhere in this condition, and if you had the sense God gave a rock, you'd stay put." Gabe stopped in his tracks. "Did you just compare me to a rock?" She snorted. "I have the utmost respect for rocks. They're hard, they're heavy. They make good paperweights.

Well, I’m still not convinced you’re actually people, honey.” “I’m a superior mutation?” He seemed eager to embrace the possibility. “I was thinking more like an alien or a pod person. But sure.” “Superman was an alien. I could live with that.” I shrugged. “I always preferred Clark Kent.” He waggled his eyebrows at me. “I always suspected that Clark Kent was the real personality, and—” “Superman was the disguise,” I chimed in. “Exactly. Lois was such a fool.

What you need Lois, is a man. All your artistic brilliance, wasted, toiling away in the sordid day-to-day of White’s little paper empire. Reporting on traffic mishaps. Domestic trifles. Wondering if you can afford a pair of shoes. Knowing you can’t afford the really good wines, the really exquisite things. That suit, for instance. Nice, but not the standard you’re used to.” “We’re not here to discuss my wardrobe.” “Or your writing career? How much have you gotten done, I mean, really done Lois?” “Still looking for an evening you aren’t exhausted? When will that be, Lois?” “The hotel. Or I’m out of here.” – Lois Lane & Lex Luthor

Lois, Superman is what I can do. Clark is who I am.

In all those movies, how does Lois fail to see that Clark Kent is really superman? I mean, his disguise is a pair of glasses.

If your fiancé tended to come sailing in windows without notice, you didn’t have extra time to run and gather up messes. She dropped everything into the hamper and stepped into a hot, steamy shower, soap with no cloying scent, just clean. Just her again. And her eyes shut while she was standing there. She’d slip down the shower wall and go to sleep there, but she was already getting stiff. She got out, delved into the medicine cabinet for a couple of Advil and chased them down with a glass of water. Clean, clear water. A miracle. She stood watching crystal liquid swirl down the drain and thought somehow she’d never asked herself how water got that clean. She splashed it up in her face, dried her Band-Aids with a towel And went and turned on her computer. Last thing. Last defining thing – on any day.-Lois Lane

Without Clare I would have given up a long time ago,” I say. “I never understood why Clark Kent was so hell bent on keeping Lois Lane in the dark.” “It makes a better story,” says Matt. “Does it? I don’t know,” I reply.

Your organization tried to keep this location top secret, but I’m a journalist, doll, an investigative reporter. Took Lois Lane a while to figure out the correlation between Clark Kent and Superman, but I’m a hundred times sharper than her.

Once—and this would have been in the mid 1950s—Weisberg took the train to New York to attend, on a whim,the Science Fiction Writers Convention, where she met a young writer by the name of Arthur C. Clarke. Clarke took a shine to Weisberg, and next time he was in Chicago he called her up. “He was at a pay phone,” Weisberg recalls. “He said, is there anyone in Chicago I should meet. I told him to come over to my house.” Weisberg has a low, raspy voice, baked hard by half a century of nicotine, and she pauses between sentences to give herself the opportunity for a quick puff. Even when she’s not smoking, she pauses anyway, as if to keep in practice for those moments when she is. “I called Bob Hughes. Bob Hughes was one of the people who wrote for my paper.” Pause. “I said, do you know anyone in Chicago interested in talking to Arthur Clarke. He said, yeah, Isaac Asimov is in town. And this guy Robert, Robert—Robert Heinlein. So they all came over and sat in my study.” Pause. “Then they called over to me and they said, Lois...I can’t remember the word they used. They had some word for me. It was something about how I was the kind of person who brings people together.

In Superman number one, published in 1939, Clark and Lois Lane travel to a thinly disguised Nazi Germany, where Lois ends up in front of a firing squad, until Superman rescues her. In Superman number two, also from 1939, Clark Kent visits faux Germany again and meets Adolphus Runyan, a scientist clearly modeled on Adolf Hitler, who has discovered a gas so powerful “it is capable of penetrating any type of gas-mask.” The front cover of Captain Americanumber one, published in March 1941, shows the hero smashing Hitler across the face.

<> Más o menos. O sea, entiendo por qué Lois Lane se matriculó en la facultad de periodismo. Conozco a esa clase de chicas. Quieren cambiar las cosas, sacar conspiraciones a la luz. Es entrometida. Pero Clark Kent... ¿Por qué no elige ser Clark Kent, ese hombre del tiempo tan sexy? ¿O Clark Kent, alcalde de Cincinnati? <> ¿No te enteras o qué? Clark Kent no quiere ser famoso. No quiere que la gente se fije en él. Si lo miraran con atención, se darían cuenta de que es idéntico a Superman, pero con gafas. Además, tiene que estar en la redacción de un periódico o algo parecido para ser el primero en enterarse de las noticias. Imagínate que leyera «Joker ataca la Luna» en el diario del día siguiente. <> Tienes toda la razón. Sobre todo para ser alguien que no sabe que Superman nunca se ha enfrentado al Joker. <> Sobre todo para ser alguien que pasa mucho. Espero que te equivoques cuando dices que la vida es un asco solo por llevar gafas y no ser capaz de volar. Esa descripción se aplica a todos los que estamos en esta sala. ¿En qué estás trabajando? <> Todos llevamos gafas. Qué inquietante. En otro artículo del Indian Hills. Más que trabajar, estoy esperando a que suene el teléfono. Por lo que parece, el hospital contiguo al cine ya ha comprado el terreno. Hace meses. Lo van a convertir en un aparcamiento. Estoy esperando a que la portavoz del hospital me llame y me diga: «No hay comentarios». Entonces escribiré: «Los directivos del hospital declinan hacer comentarios en relación a la venta». Y me iré a casa. ¿Sabes lo aburrido que es esperar a que alguien te llame para, oficialmente, no decirte nada? No creo que Superman lo soportase. Estaría por ahí, buscando boy scouts perdidos y tapando volcanes con rocas gigantescas. <> Superman trabaja en un diario para ligarse a Lois Lane. <> Seguro que gana el doble que ella.

Olen maistanut Houghton White Burgundya, jolla hän loi maineensa - viini on syvää, paksua, sitkeää ja kultaista, kypsyyttä tihkuvaa mutta majesteettisesti vanhenevaa, kuin kuoropoikaan rakastunut leskirouva.

Superman can thwart the hammer of evil, but Lois and Clark can go after the arm swinging it, and the system that grants it freedom of motion.

Lois Lane was part of the Superman dynamic from the very start. The intrepid star newspaper reporter had made her first appearance in 1938’s Action Comics #1, the same issue where Superman made his debut. She was infatuated with the powerful, godlike Superman, while repulsed by his meek pantywaist alter ego, her rival reporter Clark Kent. Lois’ 1940s persona of tough crusading reporter was in the mold of Hollywood dames like Rosalind Russell. Lois’ tireless effort to get her next headline, along with her impulsive personality, often put her in danger, from which Superman would have to rescue her. But the 40s Lois was no pushover. She was a modern career woman, and her dream was to get her greatest scoop: Superman’s secret identity. The Superman/Lois Lane relationship had many complicated factors that would prevent a romance from ever reaching fruition, while still providing the right tension to sustain the relationship for decades. First off, they were literally from different worlds. Superman was the last survivor of the doomed planet Krypton, and was raised by simple midwestern farm folk. Lois Lane was very much a woman of 20th century America: emancipated, headstrong, and unwilling to take “no” for an answer. Superman’s timid farm boy Clark Kent persona crumbled before Lois’ ferocious, emasculating temperament, while his heroic Man of Steel found himself constantly confounded by her impetuous nature. Meanwhile, the very issue of Superman’s secret identity always threw a wrench into his romance with Lois. Besides the basic duplicity, Superman becomes his own rival, squelching any chance for a healthy relationship. Superman loves Lois Lane, but tries to win her heart as meek Clark Kent, with the rationale that he wants to be sure Lois really loves him for himself, not for his glamorous superhuman persona. But since he’s created a wallflower persona that Lois will never find attractive, he sabotages any chance for love. Lois, for her part, is enamored with Superman, yet has a burning desire to discover his secret identity. Lois never considers that she risks losing Superman’s love if she learns his secret identity, or that the world may lose its champion and protector. (...) If the Lois Lane of the ’40s owed much to the tough talking heroines of that decade’s screwball comedies, the Lois of the ’50s was defined by the medium of the new era—television.

Isso é bom, realmente bom! Agora que Clark Kent tem sua Lois Lane de volta, acho que podemos voltar ao trabalho!