Clark: We need to split up. Oliver: We? I'd be careful, Clark. Pretty soon, you'll be sporting a homemade costume. And leading a double identity just like the rest of us. Dinah: You might want to try something a little more form fitting.
Martian Manhunter: I promised Jor-El that I would only be a watchful guardian, But I could not stand by and let you die. Clark: You shouldn't have had to. Martian Manhunter: Jor-El knew he was sending you on an impossible odyssey... to be given the power of a God... yet exist among humans. Clark: Sometimes I feel like I need to be two separate people. Either way, i can't keep expecting you to save me. Martian Manhunter: Well, that was the last time. The burning sun may strengthen you, but it has the opposite effect on me. It stripped me of my powers.
Chroe: No, Jimmy... yes. All that time alone in a cell, I realized that... what I wanted in the past kept me from seeing what I have right now. And that's you. You're perfect. Jimmy: I am so far from perfect. Chroe: Which is perfect for me.
Clark: I better get going. I'll see you bright and early Monday morning. Lois: Why Monday? What do you mean "bright and early"? Clark: You're the one who gave me the application. You're looking at the newest recruit to the Daily Planet.
Lois: So, are you gonna be starting down in the mail room? Clark: No. I'm gonna be a little closer to home. Looks like we're gonna be neighbors, Lane.