Teacher: Okay, people, you've got 15 minutes. A storm's on its way and I want
to be on the road before it hits.
Pete: How many more rocks do we have to find?
Clark: Two. Rose quartz and meteor rock.
Pete: All right. Let's see who can find it first.
Clark: Make that one.
Pete: You're a regular rock-hound, Clark.
Lana: Hey, Clark.
Clark: Hey, Lana.
Chloe: When is this whole geological scavenger hunt over?
Pete: Not having much luck?
Lana: Someone's doing a little more ranting than digging.
Chloe: I'm sorry, but I find geology even more pointless than algebra. I
mean, I could just order these rocks online and have them delivered
Eric: Hey, Holly, do you want a piece of meteor rock?
Holly: Oh, I've got it checked off already. Thanks anyway.
Eric: No problem. Any time.
Brent: Hey, loser. Stop hitting on my girlfriend, all right? Next time, I'm
going to knock your rocks into the next county.
Eric: I'd like to see you try.
Brent: Oh yeah? Lucky your daddy's a teacher.
Teacher: Eric... how many samples have you collected?
Eric: Just a couple. My glasses keep fogging up.
Teacher: Get with the program, Eric!
Teacher: It's Mr. Summers at school. You have ten minutes to complete this
assignment. You better find every rock.
Pete: I'm glad he's not my dad.
Mr. Summers: Has anyone seen Eric? Apparently he's got himself lost.
Clark: I'll find him.
Clark: Eric! Eric! Would you just--
Jonathan: Clark! I could really use your help. I loaded all the hay my-- hey!
You all right?
Clark: Yeah, I'm just a little tired.
Jonathan: The truck's stuck up to its axle in the mud and the--
Clark: The cows aren't gonna feed themselves. Don't worry, I know.
Jonathan: Yeah, can you give me a hand, please? Ready?
Clark: Ready. Hang on! Okay.
Jonathan: Clark, are you pushing?
Jonathan: Clark. Come on, son, we don't have time to-- What happened?
Clark: I-I don't know.
Martha: Here's a clean coat, sweetie. Are you feeling better?
Clark: I just don't understand what's wrong with me. Why am I bleeding?
Martha: Maybe it's just part of your development, like x-ray vision. Or maybe
the lightning had something to do with it. I don't know.
Clark: I am going to be okay, right?
Jonathan: What you ought to do right now is go to school, and if anything
else happens or if it gets worse, give us a call.
Clark: You know, it's weird. I never worried about being sick before.
Martha: You're not sick, Clark. You're just... not yourself.
Jonathan: You just missed your bus. You better hurry. Something wrong?
Clark: My speed is gone, too.
Eric: Morning, Mom. Morning, Dad.
Mr. Summers: You're late and I can't wait for you.
Mrs. Summers: Just give him five minutes. What's the hurry?
Mr. Summers: I have a faculty meeting.
Mrs. Summers: Fine. I'll take you when you're ready to go.
Eric: Thanks. Mr. Summers...
Mr. Summers: Don't you take that tone with me. Your little stunt yesterday
almost cost a fellow student his life.
Eric: I can only apologize so many times.
Mr. Summers: It was stupid and selfish.
Eric: Why don't you save the speeches for you classroom?
Mr. Summers: How did you do that?
Eric: You're the science teacher. You figure it out.
Mr. Summers: Get a ride with your mother.
Pete: You feeling okay?
Clark: Yeah, why?
Pete: Usually you run the bleachers without breaking a sweat. Today you look
like you're about to die.
Clark: No, I'm fine. Oh! Ah!
Pete: What's wrong?
Clark: My leg, it hurts.
Pete: It's a cramp. Walk it off. You're falling apart today, Clark.
Clark: Eric. Hey, you got a minute?
Eric: Yeah, sure. What's up?
Clark: We really didn't get a chance to talk after what happened yesterday.
Eric: Yeah, thanks for grabbing me. That was a pretty stupid move on my part.
Clark: So, you feeling all right?
Eric: Actually, I feel great.
Clark: But there's nothing different about you?
Eric: Why? Should there be?
Clark: No, um, I'm just glad you're okay.
Eric: Clark, your, uh, your nose is bleeding.
Lana: Thanks for the ride.
Whitney: You're welcome.
Lana: Do you want to come in and say hi to Nell?
Whitney: I can't. I got to get over to the store. It's stock day.
Lana: See you tonight?
Whitney: Uh, I've got to run the numbers over to my dad at the hospital.
Lana: I thought he was supposed to be recovering.
Whitney: He is. He's just... he needs to feel like he's in control.
Lana: How are you doing?+
Whitney: Not that great. I can't get my homework done, I can't train. I might
as well kiss my scholarship goodbye.
Lana: Come over tonight. I'll help you with your homework.
Whitney: Hey... when did Nell put the shop up for sale?
Lana: Why didn't you tell me you were selling the shop?
Nell: I'm sorry, sweetie. I only made the decision this morning.
Lana: And when were you planning on telling me this?
Nell: Lana, I don't understand why you're so upset. I mean, you've never
shown any interest in this store before and now I'm supposed to consult you?
Lana: Are you selling the movie theater as well?
Nell: Yes, Lana. It's part of the building.
Lana: You know how much it means to me.
Nell: Lana, if I had made business decisions based on sentiment, I would have
gone bust a long time ago. Besides, the movie theater's been closed for months
now. I'll just sell the building and relocate to a smaller store.
Lana: There has to be another way.
Nell: Look, I'm just thinking of our future.
Clark: Finished with the hay.
Jonathan: How you holding up?
Clark: Considering my chores used to take me five minutes and now they take
two hours, I'm all right.
Jonathan: Well, as long as you don't get any worse, I guess we can count our
Clark: I better get to that fence before dinner.
Jonathan: Ah, don't worry about it. You need your rest. I'll take care of it
in the morning.
Clark: Dad, I can do it.
Jonathan: All right, but just remember something, Clark. It took you 12 years
to get used to your abilities. Nobody expects you to adjust in 24 hours. Get the
Clark: Hey, dad?
Clark: How do you find the strength to do this everyday?
Jonathan: Years of practice.
Lex: This is very good work, Roger.
Roger: All the physical evidence points to this explanation.
Lex: I'm sure you consulted a rogues' gallery of qualified professionals.
Roger: A journalist never reveals his sources.
Lex: You work for the Inquisitor, not the Planet. I want to verify these
experts myself. I'll give you ten grand a name.
Roger: Done. This could make one hell of a story.
Lex: Nobody's ever gonna know about this. And if this story is accidentally
leaked, you and I are going to have a serious trust issue.
Roger: As opposed to the close, personal relationship we enjoy now?
Clark: Ah! Lex, what brings you all the way out here?
Lex: I needed to talk. You have a minute?
Clark: If you want to help me with this fence.
Lex: You can't lift that by yourself?
Clark: Look, I've been baling hay for the last two hours. I can barely lift
my own arms. So what's up?
Lex: We're friends, right?
Clark: Yeah, last time I checked. Why?
Lex: I want you to tell me what really happened the day my car went off that
Clark: I dove in and I pulled you out.
Lex: And that's it?
Clark: Lex... seriously, what's wrong?
Lex: I don't think you're being completely honest, and I think I know why.
Clark: All right. Well, then you tell me what happened.
Lex: I think I hit you at sixty miles an hour. Then you ripped open my roof,
pulled me out, and saved my life. You're the closest I've had to a real friend
my whole life. You don't have to hide anything from me.
Clark: You think I'm hiding something from you? Here. Take this hammer. Hit
Lex: I'm not gonna hit you, Clark.
Clark: Come on! If I can get hit by a car, you can't hurt me.
Lex: Clark, I just want the truth.
Clark: The truth is I'm just a guy who tried to do the right thing. Isn't
Chloe:] Apparently, Clark is still doing his chores and that's why he blew us
Pete: He's been acting weird lately.
Chloe: Well, okay, Clark's always acting weird. Why don't you give me a
Pete: He was so tired in math class today, he face-planted on his desk.
Chloe: I have two words for him. Power bar. Oh my God!
Pete: What-- get off!
Chloe: Give me my laptop!
Eric: Give it back.
Man: Get out of my way, kid.
Chloe: Did you see that?
Pete: Yeah. Unbelievable.
Chloe: Thank you. That was amazing.
Eric: Any time.
Martha: I guess we know what happened to your powers.
Jonathan: Must have been the lightning strike. You said that Eric was holding
a meteor rock. It must have transferred your powers somehow.
Clark: You know, all these years of hiding. I wonder if it was worth it.
Everyone's fine with Eric.
Jonathan: Well that’s just for now, Clark.
Clark: The question is whether it's temporary or permanent.
Jonathan: You know what they say. Lightning never strikes twice in the same
place. Look, my guess is that your powers aren't coming back.
Clark: Maybe being normal won't be so bad. I mean, it works for you and Mom.
Martha: Oh, thanks.
Clark: You don't feel any differently about me now, do you?
Martha: Clark! You're our son. Whether you can bench-press the tractor or
Clark: What do I do now?
Jonathan: Well, life isn't easy for anybody, whether you're normal or super.
But you're still Clark Kent. You were raised a certain way and that's never
gonna change. Sure, your abilities were part of you, but they didn't define you.
Martha: Look on the bright side, Clark. You don't have to hide anymore. Try
to have some fun. You're kind of relieved aren't you?
Jonathan: Well, he always said he wanted to be normal. I guess he got his
Pete: Clark, you should have seen it. Eric threw the guy like 30 feet.
Chloe: Not only did he recover my laptop, but I got my first byline in the
Clark: That's great, Chloe.
Chloe: Come on, Clark! How can you be so blasé about this?
Clark: The guy stopped a purse-snatcher. It's not that big a deal.
Eric: Chloe. Hey, thanks for getting that story in the paper.
Chloe: Thanks for saving my computer. It's my life. Okay, how pathetic did
that just sound?
Eric: So, uh, who came up with "Super Boy"?
Chloe: I did.
Eric: Really? I like that.
Clark: I thought it was kind of lame.
Chloe: I don't remember asking you.
Pete: Clark's just jealous.
Clark: I hope all this attention doesn't go to his head. He needs to be
Chloe: Well, you know what, Clark? The second you start throwing people
thirty feet, I'll write nice things about you too.
Lana: Hey, guys.
Lana: Clark, are you okay?
Clark: I'm great.
Whitney: Ross, I'm getting a pick-up game together in the gym. You and Kent
versus me and Brent. What do you say?
Pete: Clark doesn't really play.
Clark: No, I play.
Whitney: Great. Bring it on.
Pete: Since when do you play?
Clark: Since now.
Whitney: The first one to 15 wins.
Whitney: Good game. You guys, we need to play every Tuesday and Thursday at
Pete: Good game. Good game, man. Why you grinning? We lost.
Clark: I know. Pretty cool, huh?
Victoria: Lex, you remember Dad.
Lex: Sir Harry. Victoria, I've been waiting 45 minutes.
Harry: Oh, we were closing a deal.
Lex: The city of Metropolis giving you the recycling contract?
Victoria: Lex, you seem upset.
Lex: If this is the level of respect you show your business partners, I'm
beginning to wonder if I made the right decision.
Harry: You see, Lex, it doesn't really matter. The deal is off.
Lex: I'm sorry, I thought it was your life's ambition to crush my father.
Harry: No that’s your life's ambition. Mine is to take over LuthorCorp.
Lex: How do you plan to do that without my shares?
Harry: You heard of Catmus Labs?
Lex: I've been researching them for about a year.
Harry: Well, your research has just paid off. I bought them... an hour ago.
Lex: And with the profits you'll reap from their patents, you'll buy
Harry: Tell your father I said hello. Come on, girl.
Lex: Congratulations. I hope it was worth it.
Clark: Trying to score the last box of Jujubes before this place is sold?
Lana: Those things could probably survive a nuclear winter.
Clark: You must have a thing about bad sound and stale popcorn.
Lana: My parents met here. My dad worked the concession stand during college
and my mom came to see "Close Encounters." She got bored.
Clark: How do you get bored watching "Close Encounters"?
Lana: I don't know. Maybe she had a thing against aliens. She hung out in the
lobby and spent the entire night talking to my dad. They'd only been a few years
apart in high school, but they never really noticed each other and that night,
they just clicked. I know it sounds kind of crazy, but I feel that whatever
tangible evidence I have of my parents' existence is slowly being chipped away.
Clark: Sometimes, letting go is the only way to move forward.
Lana: I guess you're right. Besides, there's nothing I can do to stop it. How
did you find me anyway?
Clark: Nell told me you were here. I was wondering if I could borrow your
English notes. I kind of dozed off in class.
Lana: Sure. Have you been feeling okay lately?
Clark: Yeah, great. Why?
Lana: Nothing. You're just less... Clark Kent-like. It's kind of nice. You
seem more relaxed. Like you haven't got the weight of the world on your
Clark: Well, I guess I woke up and realized my life had changed. I decided to
kick back and accept the fact I couldn't control everything.
Lana: Maybe I should adopt that philosophy myself.
Eric: Mom! Hey, have you seen the paper?
Mrs. Summers: People have been calling all day. It's wonderful, dear.
Eric: What's wrong?
Mrs. Summers: Nothing.
Eric: Are you afraid of me?
Mr. Summers: Eric, we're just a little concerned about this newfound strength
you have. Where did it come from?
Eric: It must have been the lightning.
Mr. Summers: I've set up an appointment with Dr. Litvac.
Eric: Dad, I'm not sick. I'm special.
Mr. Summers: Once you get a clean bill of health, we'll take you to
Eric: W-what are we gonna do there?
Mr. Summers: I've got an old colleague who's a professor at the university.
He wants to meet you.
Eric: Don't you mean study me? I'm not one of your damn science experiments,
Dad. This is about you, Dad, it's always about you. Even with this it's still
Mr. Summers: You might be special, but you still live under my roof and
you'll do as I say.
Eric: I am not a freak and I am not going anywhere!
Mr. Summers: Eric, put me down!
Eric: What are you gonna do, Dad? Ground me? Huh? I never have to listen to
you ever again. I can do whatever I want and have whoever I want and no one can
Eric: Hey. Wanna go out sometime?
Brent: What do you think you're doing, Summers?
Eric: I'm asking Holly out.
Brent: What, are you suicidal? You're not going out with my girlfriend, all
Eric: Watch me.
Brent: Hey! You make the cover of the paper with some bogus stunt and
suddenly you're somebody? Huh?
Brent: Face it, Summers. You're still nothing.
Eric: What's the problem, Brent? Why are you hiding from nothing?
Clark: Eric! You can't do this.
Eric: Watch me.
Clark: No, I'm serious! You could kill someone. You don't want that on your
conscience, believe me. You've just got to calm down.
Eric: You're not my father, Clark. Now shut up and get out of my way!
Holly: Get away from us, you freak!
Clark: How much longer is it going to hurt like this?
Doctor: Oh, you'll be fine in a couple weeks.
Clark: A couple weeks?
Doctor: What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Clark: Easy on the ribs, Mom.
Jonathan: How's he doing, Doc?
Doctor: Well, nothing seems to be broken. We could get an x-ray just to be
Jonathan: Um, I think we'll just take him on home.
Doctor: It's your choice, but I want to see him back again in a week.
Clark: Thanks, Doc.
Jonathan: You help him get dressed, I'll go take care of the paperwork.
Martha: What happened?
Clark: Eric just flipped out. It was kind of scary.
Martha: I wish you hadn't gotten in his way.
Clark: I don't know what it is. Even though Eric has my abilities, I still
think of them as my responsibility.
Lex: Clark, I just heard.
Martha: Hi, Lex. I'll go see your dad. See ya.
Clark: So did you come by to make sure I was hurt?
Lex: I wanted to make sure you were all right.
Clark: Yeah, never better. Maybe we could go out in the parking lot and you
can hit me with your car.
Lex: Clark, what I said about you the other day... I'm sorry. Nothing appears
to be what it seems lately.
Clark: You gonna stop snooping around my back now?
Lex: Listen, I had no right to question your honesty. All I can do is plead
temporary insanity and hope we can find a way to put this behind us.
Clark: Only temporary?
Lex: You need some help?
Mrs. Summers: Yes. Thank you. Eric, where have you been?
Eric: Mom, I think I really messed up. I need your help.
Mrs. Summers: Your father spoke with Principal Kwan. We know what happened.
Eric: No, Mom, it was an accident. Mom, don't be afraid of me!
Mr. Summers: Stay away from her, Eric.
Eric: What are you doing, Dad?
Mr. Summers: I-I told you that someday you'd have to take responsibility for
your actions. Well, that day has come.
Eric: What did you do?
Mrs. Summers: Eric, you need help.
Eric: So you called he police? You're my dad. You're supposed to protect me.
Jonathan: I stopped by to see Eric's parents this morning.
Clark: How are they?
Jonathan: They're scared, Clark.
Clark: Were you ever scared of me?
Jonathan: Well, you threw a few temper tantrums when you were little. We had
some holes in the walls, but... nah. You were a good kid, Clark.
Clark: I don't think Eric's a bad kid.
Jonathan: Neither do I. He's just a teenager who's in way over his head.
Clark: You know, when this first happened, I was kind of freaked out. Now I'm
kind of enjoying it. I played basketball for the first time without worrying if
I'd hurt anyone. I can be around Lana without her necklace making me feel sick.
Even this is better than being around the meteor rocks any day of the week.
Martha: Something happened at Eric's house. The police came but they couldn't
Clark: I have to stop him.
Jonathan: Hang on a second. You're hurt, remember? If you try to face him
down again, he could kill you.
Clark: But he has my strength. Maybe he has my weakness too.
Martha: The meteor rocks?
Clark: No one else knows how to stop him. Mom, this is who I am, whether I
have my powers or not.
Martha: Clark, what about a meteor rock? It's not like we keep them laying
Clark: I know where to find one.
Lex: I got an urgent call you wanted to see me?
Harry: How'd you do it, Lex?
Lex: Do what?
Harry: Catmus Labs, it's worthless.
Lex: I know. Maybe you should have done your homework before acquiring it so
recklessly. Now you've left yourself open for a hostile takeover.
Victoria: I read the report.
Lex: You mean that little piece of fiction you stole off my computer?
Harry: This your idea of having it covered?
Lex: That's what you get for trusting family. My father and I will be making
an offer on your company in the morning. I'll tell him you said hello.
Victoria: How could you do this to me, Lex?
Lex: You did it to yourself, Victoria. You thought you could make your bones
with Daddy by taking me down.
Victoria: It was just business.
Lex: You call sleeping with me business? I hate to think what that makes you.
Victoria: We could have been great together.
Lex: I plan on being great all by myself. You better check on your dad. He
didn't look well.
Clark: I was driving by. I saw the light on. I figured it was you.
Lana: Are you okay? I called the house earlier, but your mom said you were
asleep. I was really scared.
Clark: I'm sorry.
Lana: How do you think Eric got that strong over night?
Clark: I have no idea.
Lana: Can you imagine waking up one morning and having powers?
Clark: It's scary... I guess. I mean, look at Eric. It hasn't helped him.
Lana: That's true. But I still always wished I could fly.
Clark: Yeah that’d be something, Lana.
Lana: What is it?
Clark: It's your necklace. I never realized how beautiful it was until now.
This is gonna sound really strange. Can I borrow it?
Lana: Sure. What do you need it for?
Clark: It's complicated. Whatever happens to me, I promise you'll get this
Lana: You're scaring me again. What is going on?
Clark: Goodbye, Lana.
Mr. Summers: Clark, what are you doing here?
Clark: I was worried about Eric.
Mr. Summers: It's a police problem now. Damn kid's out of control. Look what
he's done to the house.
Clark: Do you have any idea where he went?
Mr. Summers: He talked about getting rid of it. He said that there was only
one place he could do that. Whatever that means.
Clark: Eric! Eric! Eric, don't!
Eric: You should have let me go the first time, Clark. It would have been
better than living like this.
Clark: Eric, why did you jump off that dam?
Eric: I was testing myself to see if I had any limits. Apparently I don't.
Clark: Look, you can adjust to these abilities. You've got to give yourself
Eric: How do you know, Clark?
Clark: I-I'm just saying you got to give yourself some time.
Eric: Oh, so in time, my parents won't be scared of me. The girl of my dreams
won't think I'm a freak. The cops won't be after me.
Clark: I can help.
Eric: I don't want your help, Clark. If they're gonna treat me like a
criminal, then I'll give them something to be scared about.
Clark: It's not the answer.
Eric: Come on, Clark. If you had the power to do whatever you want, what
would you do?
Clark: I'd stop people like you.
Eric: Nothing on this earth can stop me. Eric pushes Clark back against the
Clark: You're wrong.
Eric: We'll see about that. It's so cold. It's so cold.
Clark: What do you thinks gonna happen to them now?
Jonathan: I'm not sure. Hey, they had problems long before he had your
abilities. How are you feeling?
Clark: Normal, for me.
Jonathan: Clark, your gifts are... well, they're part of you but they don't
Clark: I know. But they complicate all of our lives.
Jonathan: Seeing how destructive Eric got, it just reminds me of how special
you really are.
Clark: That's because Eric didn't get my two strongest gifts. You and Mom.
Jonathan: Let's go home.
Lex: Hello, Dad. How's business?
Lionel: Tomorrow's Planet is announcing our takeover of Sir Harry's company.
Lex: Did I merit a mention?
Lionel: Third paragraph. That's what happens when you trust your family, Lex.
I'm proud of you.
Lex: Thanks, Dad. That means a lot coming from you. Your so-called experts
were wrong about Clark Kent. I saw it with my own eyes. He's just regular kid.
Roger: That's not possible. So how do you explain the accident?
Lex: I can't, but I'm closing the book and putting it behind me.
Roger: There's something there, Lex.
Lex: I don't care. The Kents are off-limits, understand? You have something
for me? Nice picture quality. Who initiated this little encounter?
Roger: Well, who do you think?
Roger: Your father.
Lana: Hey. I was just locking up.
Clark: I brought your necklace back.
Lana: This is beautiful. Where did you get it?
Clark: A friend. It's made of lead armor. I want you to have it. I figure
that way it can protect your memories.
Lana: Is this your way of telling me I shouldn't wear my necklace?
Clark: I don't want it to hold you back.
Lana: Sometimes letting go is the only way to move forward. You okay? You
look like you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders again.
Clark: Yeah, I guess I do. Can I walk you home?
Lana: Actually, I'm meeting Whitney at the store. Rain check?
Clark: Rain check. Good night, Lana.
Lana: Good night.
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