Dr. Hamilton: Lex, I, uh, I thought we had an arrangement. Why this
sudden urge for a face-to-face?
Lex: You don't look well.
Dr. Hamilton: Why did you pull me away from my research? You know I hate
Lex: I hear you're having some personnel problems at Catmus Labs. They
all quit when you turned violent and started throwing lab equipment.
Dr. Hamilton: They were incompetent. Look, I thought our relationship
was clear. You write the checks, I have free reign to do my work.
Lex: I hired you to research the meteor rocks. But instead of results,
you provide me with potential lawsuits. Frankly, Doctor, you have become
a liability. Look, I'm afraid we've reached the end of our road
together. Now that I am running my own company, I don't have the time or
the resources to pursue projects that don't bear fruit. I suggest you
see a doctor in Metropolis. I'll take care of the expenses.
Dr. Hamilton: I don't need your doctor, Lex, and I certainly don't need
your condescension. It's you who needs me. You're just a little to uh,
myopic to see it.
Pete: Hey, man. Hey, are you all right?
Pete: Clark, Clark, Clark. You're dreaming if you think you're gonna
make a basket from there.
Clark: No, no, no. The ball rolled out here. Want to play a game of
Pete: Forget basketball. We gotta borrow your dad's truck.
Clark: For what?
Pete: I'll explain on the way. Come on, we don't have much time.
Clark: What's going on?
Pete: If I told you, you'd never believe me. You gotta see it with your
Pete: Pretty mind-blowing, huh?
Clark: What do you think it is?
Pete: Oh, Clark, it's a spaceship! What the hell else would it be?
Clark: Well, I mean, I don't know if it was some, like, downed specialty
aircraft or a Russian satellite or something.
Pete: No, no, no. 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! Come on, man, let's load it
into the truck!
Clark: Wait, you're not just gonna take it.
Pete: Clark, when the sheriff questioned me about the accident, I told
him in all the confusion I couldn't remember where the truck went off
the road. But it's only a matter of time before he shows up. Come on.
Clark: All right fine. We'll take it to my house.
Pete: No, no, no, Clark! I know your dad. He'll make us turn it over to
Clark: I won't even tell him. He won't know it's there.
Pete: Clark, we're taking it to my house. We'll hide it in the tool shed
in my backyard. No one ever goes back there.
Clark: Pete, my house would be perfect. It'll be safe there.
Pete: Clark, last time I checked, I found this thing. You're acting like
you got license and registration on it, man. Lighten up. We're taking it
to my place.
Servant: Right here.
Lionel: Lex? Lex, are you in here?
Lex: Yeah, Dad, I'm right here. I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting you.
Lionel: No! Get out.
Lex: Is everything all right? Your doctors tell me your recovery is
Lionel: It is. So well, in fact, that Dr. Roland suggested I take a
break from the, uh...rigors of a... physical therapy. He, uh... he
thought that some time away from the uh... stress of living and working
in Metropolis would be more... beneficial right now.
Lex: Of all the places you could have gone, you, uh, decided to come
Lionel: We'll have a chance for some father-son bonding. You've always
told me I've been lax in that requirement, Lex.
Lex: How long are you planning to stay?
Lionel: A few days, maybe a week.
Lex: Are you sure you wouldn't be more comfortable at the beach house? I
think the sea air would be invigorating.
Lionel: I'm getting the distinct impression, Lex, that you don't want me
Lex: No, Father, I just want what's best for you. Stay as long as you
Dean: No. Hey, Lana, you know I was just thinking. If you move those
tables away from the counter, it would open up space for extra stools.
More customers, more cash flow.
Nell: That's a wonderful idea.
Dean: I gotta go. I'll see you tonight. Bye, Lana.
Nell: Isn't he wonderful?
Lana: Yeah, he's great.
Nell: Hi, Chloe.
Nell: Oh, how did the sleepover go? Did you two get a lot of studying
Chloe: Uh, I have to be completely honest with you, Nell... We didn't
study. We had a Keanu DVD-a-thon. Once you get lost in those brown eyes,
geometry loses its appeal.
Nell: Well, I'm just glad you two had fun. Don't let the grades suffer.
Lana: Thank you so much, Chloe!
Chloe: Yeah, sure, if you'd given me more of a heads up I could have
come up with something a lot better than a Keanu DVD-a-thon.
Lana: Sorry, it was a last-minute thing. I had to get out of the house,
so I told Nell I was staying at a friend's place. You were the first
person that came to mind.
Chloe: So, uh, where were you last night? Is there a new guy in Lana
Lana: Yeah. His name's Dean. You passed him on the way in.
Chloe: You're dating an older man?
Lana: Relax. He's Nell's new boyfriend. He's an insurance adjuster she
met after the tornado. He's always around and they're in this
lovey-dovey daze all the time.
Chloe: Yeah, and you want to tell them to get a room but it's her house.
Lana: Tell me about it. After I caught them slow dancing in the living
room, I decided to stay at the Talon.
Chloe: Well, you know, next time you need to clear out of the love
shack, you don't have to lie about it. You can stay at my house for real
Pete: Man, this thing weighs a ton.
Clark: I know.
Pete: I'm gonna go call Chloe.
Clark: Wait, wait. Don't
Pete: Why not? To her, this thing's like the Holy Grail.
Clark: She'll write an article about it.
Pete: That's the point. Then we'll be famous! We'll write a book, we'll
go on all sorts of talk shows, and then we'll sign a big movie deal.
Clark: Wait, don't you think we should keep this between us until we
know more about it?
Pete: Why are you being so gun shy, Clark? We gotta move on this thing
before the driver of the truck tells someone else.
Clark: Suppose we tell Chloe and it turns out to be some sort of
high-tech crop duster or something.
Pete: She'll never let us live it down.
Clark: Exactly. We'd be the subject of her next "Eat Crow" column for
sure. I don't know about you, but I'm not willing to risk it.
Pete: How do you think you open it?
Clark: I'm not sure. Um, here. You work on that, I'm gonna go see if
anyone's put up missing spaceship flyers around town.
Pete: All right.
Clark: I'll meet you back here tomorrow morning.
Pete: All right, cool.
Jonathan: So where is it now?
Clark: In Pete's tool shed.
Martha: And he hasn't told anyone about it?
Clark: Well, I convinced him to hold off the press conference till
Jonathan: Very funny. We're just gonna have to get it back.
Clark: Well, what are we gonna do, Dad, just steal it? Now, wait a
minute. What do I say if he asks me where it went?
Jonathan: You're gonna have to play dumb.
Clark: Dad, I'm sick of lying.
Jonathan: Clark, you don't have much of a choice here.
Clark: Well, I can tell Pete the truth.
Clark: Dad, he's not gonna tell anyone.
Martha: Look, people slip sometimes, even the most trustworthy of
Jonathan: This information is way too dangerous for Pete.
Martha: We understand that this secret is a huge burden, but if you
share it with Pete, you might be giving him a responsibility he's not
ready to take on.
Dr. Glenn: I know this isn't the type of bizarre cellular mutation I
normally call you with, but uh, I knew you'd be interested.
Dr. Hamilton: What's the room number?
Dr. Glenn: You know, the, uh, interest in my med school loans is killing
me. You really should have that looked at.
Dr. Hamilton: What's the number?!
Ray: Who are you?
Dr. Hamilton: Dr. Hamilton. How do you feel?
Ray: Like my head got bashed in by a bulldozer.
Dr. Hamilton: Dr. Glenn tells me you saw a spacecraft in a cornfield
Ray: I must've been babbling. They got me pumped full of morphine.
Dr. Hamilton: Who else did you babble to?
Ray: What's it to you anyway?
Dr. Hamilton: Let's just say I have a professional interest. I looked at
the field, I saw the impression in the cornstalks. Whatever made it is
Ray: Damn. I knew I should've kept my mouth shut. Someone must've taken
Dr. Hamilton: You did see a ship last night, hmm? Who else knows about
Ray: No one.
Dr. Hamilton: Mnh-mnh.
Ray: Oh, the kid. The one that pulled me out of my truck. Pete Ross.
Have we met before?
Dr. Hamilton: I don't think so.
Ray: You were out on the road last night. You're the crazy son of a
bitch who forced me off the road! Nurse!
Clark: I don't believe it. Someone must've gotten here before us.
Jonathan: We're not gonna find out who it was tonight.
Clark: Pete. Hey, I was just gonna come talk to you.
Clark: Yeah, about the ship...
Pete: Oh, someone broke in to my shed last night and stole it.
Clark: Well, did you tell anyone it was there?
Pete: No, did you?
Clark: No, my lips have been sealed.
Pete: You're such a liar.
Clark: What do you mean?
Pete: I saw you and your dad driving away from my shed last night. All
nightlong I kept telling myself there's gotta be some sort of logical
explanation. Clark Kent would never do anything like this.
Clark: Pete, I swear we didn't take the ship.
Pete: And all these years I used to think you were my best friend.
Clark: Pete, wait. You don't understand.
Pete: What don't I understand? Go ahead, explain it to me, Clark. That's
good, really illuminating. Wait till Chloe hears about this. I can
already see the headlines. The Real Clark Kent Exposed!
Clark: Pete, we need to talk.
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? 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
Pete: It's like I don't even know you.
Clark: Yes, you do know me. I'm the same kid that used to camp in your
backyard. We used to ride our bikes in the woods, we used to play
basketball with your brothers. Nothing has changed.
Pete: Yeah, right.
Pete: Back off, man!
Clark: Pete, I would never hurt you.
Pete: Too late.
Dr. Hamilton: Yeah, yeah, there you go! Right there.
Lex: Listen, Dr. Hamilton, I thought I made it clear that our business
together was over.
Dr. Hamilton: I've come for my severance package. The octagonal disk
that I found in the field, Lex.
Dr. Hamilton: You don't give a damn about my research. What does it
matter to you?
Lex: I don't have it, Doctor, it disappeared during the storm.
Dr. Hamilton: Liar! It's a key! I know you have it! This isn't over!
Dr. Hamilton: I'm Dr. Steven Hamilton. I've been doing the confidential
research on the meteor rocks for your son at Catmus Labs.
Lionel: All right. You've got my attention.
Dr. Hamilton: Well, unfortunately, Lex has become, uh, shortsighted and
impatient. We've severed our relationship. But you. You have a
reputation as a... a man of vision.
Lionel: Apparently, Doctor, you haven't noticed that I'm blind.
Dr. Hamilton: A man like you doesn't have to have eyes to see the future
or to recognize an opportunity.
Lionel: Don't flatter me, Hamilton, get to the point.
Dr. Hamilton: I've discovered something that can only be described as
earth-shattering. I would like to show it to you.
Clark: Hey, Pete. Look, man, I know you're freaked out. Don't you think
I freak myself out sometimes? All right, look. You have every reason in
the world to hate me, but I need to find that ship. The guy you pulled
out of the truck, he must have told someone something. I thought we
Pete: The other day, we were moving the ship. You said it was heavy. You
were lying, weren't you? And everyday you missed the bus and still ended
up at school ahead of me? You always said you got a ride, but you never
got rides, did you? Our whole life you were the one person I could tell
anything to, and I always did, all my secrets. But you? Everything you
ever told me was a lie!
Clark: Maybe I was right not telling you with the way you're reacting.
Pete: Clark, you don't get it do you? I don't care if you're from the
moon. You never trusted me. What kind of friendship is that?
Chloe: Hey, guys. Why didn't you tell me about the superhero deal? Pete
pulls a guy from a mangled truck and rushes him to the hospital? That's
got Torch exclusive written all over it. So how about an interview?
Pete: Maybe later.
Chloe: Your reluctance wouldn't be part of a vast conspiracy designed to
cover up the whole spaceship thing, would it?
Clark: Wh-what are you talking about?
Chloe: My source from the medical center gave me a call. He said that
the guy that Pete brought in was rambling on about some alien spacecraft
that landed in the cornfield.
Clark: You don't really believe that, do you?
Chloe: I don't know. Not unless Pete can corroborate the story.
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.
Chloe: Okay, what's up with him?
Clark: Just guy stuff. Um, you're not really looking into this UFO story
are you? I mean, it sounds like Inquisitor stuff.
Chloe: Maybe, but if there is some truth to it, that's front-page news.
For the Daily Planet.
Lex: Hey. Your mom said it'd be okay if I waited for you.
Clark: Yeah, what's up?
Lex: I just needed to get out of the mansion. It's getting crowded.
Clark: Doesn't it have like 75 rooms?
Lex: Yeah, well, my father takes up a lot of space.
Clark: When's he going back to Metropolis?
Lex: Not soon enough.
Clark: Is he really being that difficult?
Lex: Just the opposite. He's the picture of civility. Says he wants to
work on our relationship.
Clark: Is that such a bad thing?
Lex: He's lied to me so many times it's hard to believe he doesn't have
an ulterior motive.
Clark: Maybe you can give him the benefit of the doubt.
Lex: No, no. If a person's deceived me once, I find it hard to give them
a second chance. By the way, do you remember that paperweight I had on
my desk? The octagonal one?
Clark: Uh, kinda, why?
Lex: It came up today. Made me wonder what happened to it.
Clark: When did you lose it?
Lex: During the storm.
Clark: It probably got carried away with all the other debris from the
mansion, you know?
Lex: Yeah. I'm sure you're right.
Clark: Good luck.
Lionel: Forgive my skepticism, Doctor, but for all I can tell, this
could be a postmodern coffee table.
Dr. Hamilton: Oh!
Lionel: Why should I believe you that it's a spacecraft?
Dr. Hamilton: The alloy that you're touching is composed of elements not
found on the periodic table.
Dr. Hamilton: Certain chemicals in that alloy are present in the meteor
Lionel: Get me the proof.
Dr. Hamilton: Here. Feel this?
Dr. Hamilton: There's a-- there's a piece missing. Lex and I were
investigating a meteor site and I found an octagonal-shaped disk that is
the exact size and shape of that impression!
Lionel: And you think it was...
Dr. Hamilton: It was a key that opens the ship and will provide you with
the proof that you're asking for. Unfortunately, Lex won't give it back
Lionel: Maybe Lex doesn't have the disk anymore.
Dr. Hamilton: Where else would it be?
Lionel: If you can answer that question, Doctor, you just might get your
Clark: Lana? What are you doing?
Lana: Uh, just using your telescope to see if it's safe to go home.
Clark: Hiding from Nell.
Lana: Her new boyfriend, Dean.
Clark: Oh, you're not crazy about him.
Lana: A long story short, not really. But I'm a terrible liar so I've
moved on to avoidance.
Clark: You've come to the right place.
Lana: What's wrong?
Clark: Have you ever had anyone resent you for telling them the truth?
Lana: Yeah. Whitney, when I told him how I felt, when we broke up.
Clark: Wow, you really did it. I didn't think you'd follow through on
that. So you think you'll ever be friends again?
Lana: Someday. I hope. I just wish I'd been honest with him sooner.
Clark: Yeah, Pete and I, we had a big blowout. I don't know if our
friendship is gonna last.
Lana: What did you guys fight about?
Clark: I wish I could tell you.
Lana: Clark Kent starts a discussion about telling the truth, no less,
and when it's his turn to open up, everything is suddenly a deep, dark
Clark: Well, Lana, the stuff about Pete is kind of personal.
Lana: Unlike what I just told you about Whitney.
Clark: Lana, have you ever thought that some people are just more
comfortable opening up than others?
Lana: I don't think it's ever comfortable for anyone. But if you care
about somebody, you owe it to them.
Clark: Then you should talk to Nell, tell her how you really feel.
Lana: You're right, Clark. Hiding the truth only keeps people apart.
Pete: Hey, man, what do you think you're doing?
Dr. Hamilton: There's a piece missing from the spacecraft.
Pete: You're the one who stole the spaceship?
Dr. Hamilton: It's octagonal in shape, the size of my palm. Tell me
where it is!
Pete: I know you. You're Dr. Hamilton. Man, you don't know who you're
messing with! That spaceship belongs to someone a lot tougher than you!
Dr. Hamilton: You know who it belongs to.
Pete: Look, I don't know anything.
Dr. Hamilton: Tell me. Tell me who it is!
Jonathan: I checked the newspapers, the police wires, even a few UFO
websites. There's no mention of the ship anywhere.
Martha: I don't know if that makes me relieved or more worried.
Jonathan: Well, I was thinking about Ray Wallace. If Pete visited him
before he died, maybe... maybe he told Pete something that could help us
find the ship.
Clark: I assume it's a possibility.
Jonathan: Clark, I want you to talk to Pete one more time.
Clark: I can't.
Clark: Pete's not speaking to me.
Martha: What happened?
Clark: Look, I don't want you guys to freak out all right? But I told
Pete... everything. I really didn't have a choice, he saw us--
Jonathan: What do you mean you didn't have a choice, son, you could've
come and spoken to us about it first.
Clark: And what, come up with another lie?
Martha: Clark. At least tell us Pete's not gonna tell anybody else.
Clark: I'm not sure what he's gonna do, Mom. He was pretty upset.
Martha: Hello? No, he's not here. Okay, whatever we can do. Bye-bye.
That was Pete's mother. He's missing.
Nell: This is a wonderful idea, Lana. I realize we haven't had much time
alone since I started seeing Dean.
Lana: Actually that’s kind what I wanted to talk to you about. Dean's a
really, really great guy. It's just--
Nell: Let me guess. You liked the tables the way they were.
Lana: Am I that transparent?
Nell: Well, I've already had a long talk with Dean, and I told him that
you're very independent and before he goes off on any more unsolicited
advice, he should um... well, he should get to know you better.
Lana: Thanks, Nell. I really appreciate that.
Nell: Lana, your feelings are very important to me. And they're
important to Dean, too. That's why we'd both like to spend more time
together. The three of us, as a family.
Nell: Lana, Dean didn't want me to say anything until we were all
together, but, uh, well you know me. I can never keep a secret. Lana,
Dean's asked me to marry him.
Lana: Wow! What did you say?
Nell: I said yes!
Dr. Hamilton: The spaceship, I need to know! Are you going to tell me
who this belongs to?
Pete: Look, man, I-I was just fronting. I was trying to scare you. I
have no clue whose ship that is.
Dr. Hamilton: You're lying!
Pete: Look, you're sick. Just let me go. I'll bring back help.
Dr. Hamilton: Oh, sure. You think anyone's gonna help me? The doctors
don't even have a name for what's killing me!
Pete: You're dying?
Dr. Hamilton: Yes. But not before I prove I am not some sideshow freak,
a quack doctor who sells meteor rocks on the side of the road. And if
you don't tell me what I want to know, then you're dying too!
Voice: Hamilton reports finding large concentrations of meteor fragments
spread over a large area south of County Highway 17. These fragment vary
in circumference from 24 microns to 562 millimeters.
Lex: Interesting reading, Dad.
Lionel: Lex. I didn't hear you come in.
Lex: I'm surprised. Dr. Roland says he's noticed a marked improvement in
your other senses since you lost your sight.
Lionel: You spoke to Roland?
Lex: You can imagine my surprise when he told me how worried he was that
you'd gone AWOL. You've missed your last several physical therapy
sessions. In fact, he says the worst thing for you right now is to be
away from your care providers.
Lionel: Do you have any idea how degrading it is to be constantly poked
and prodded by occupational therapists? How demeaning it is to be told
by a Braille instructor, "One day, one day, all this will feel natural"?
You want the truth, Lex? I was tired of being treated like an object, an
invalid. I had to get away from that.
Lex: So you decided a couple days of Oedipal mano a mano would make you
Lionel: Your analogy is apt but flawed, Lex. Blind Oedipus was the son,
not the father. I'll go back to Metropolis.
Lex: So, uh, your sudden interest in Dr. Hamilton was really just a
Lionel: I admit I find his work intriguing.
Lex: He's sick, possibly delusional.
Lionel: Never underestimate the value of eccentrics and lunatics, Lex.
Every Arthur needs his Merlin. Hamilton said that he found some sort of,
um, disk and that you had it.
Lex: He's mistaken.
Lionel: Oh, even so, I think it may have been a bit rash to terminate
Lex: Why do you say that?
Lionel: Have you taken a look in the good doctor's barn lately?
Clark: Hey, Chloe, have you seen Pete?
Chloe: No, but the weird-meter just kicked up another notch.
Clark: Hospital visitor log.
Chloe: Yeah, um, I was looking into Ray Wallace's death. It turns out he
had a visitor drop by just before he flatlined. A certain Dr. Steven
Clark: The meteor freak?
Clark: I thought he left Smallville.
Chloe: So did I. So Pete plays good Samaritan and Dr. Hamilton visits
Clark: The patient dies and Pete disappears.
Chloe: It's not exactly a smoking gun, but...
Clark: It's good enough. I'm gonna go check on Hamilton.
Chloe: Okay, well you know, he used to have a place down on Allentown
Road. Maybe he's, uh, back there...
Chloe: Clark? Clark? Clark!
Pete: What are you doing?
Dr. Hamilton: See how my hand spasms? It's from a prolonged exposure to
the meteor rocks. I'm going to give you a dosage that's gonna make my
tremors look like a mild twitch.
Pete: Hold on, but I told you I didn't know anything.
Dr. Hamilton: I think you're lying. I think you're protecting someone
and I hope whoever it is, is worth dying for!
Pete: All right, all right! You want me to talk, here's what I have to
say.... Take that needle and stick it wherever the hell you want because
I'm not telling you a damn thing.
Clark: Pete! Put the needle down!
Dr. Hamilton: No, not till he tells me what he knows.
Pete: Clark, what's wrong?
Clark: I'm allergic to the meteor rocks.
Dr. Hamilton: This ship is yours, isn't it? Open it. Open it! Open it!
Pete: Clark, come on!
Clark: Pete, Pete, we have to get him to a hospital.
Pete: We gotta get you out of here!
Clark: Pete, I have to help him!
Pete: It's too late. He's dead. Come on! We better get the ship.
Pete: So, does it do anything?
Martha: We've always hoped we'd find some answers inside about Clark and
where he's from, but we haven't been able to get it open.
Pete: Clark, look... I know I sort of went postal when all this started.
But after what happened to Hamilton, I realize why you never told me and
Clark: Well, I guess you had a good reason to be upset.
Martha: We're just glad you weren't hurt.
Pete: There's still one thing. Hamilton tried to kill me and he could've
told the whole world about you, but you still tried to save him.
Clark: Well, Pete, I couldn't let you die to protect my secret, and I
can't let anyone else die either. No matter who they are.
Pete: Man. It's not easy being you, is it?
Clark: Well, the good thing is I got my best friend to watch my back.
Jonathan: Pete... I'm proud of you. But I do hope you realize what a
tremendous responsibility knowing this secret is. And believe me, it's
not gonna get any easier.
Clark: That's my dad's way of saying welcome to the family.
Lionel: Does it look anything like Hamilton's description, what he says
Lex: There's nothing here, Dad.
Lionel: Well, he must have moved it. Or someone took it.
Lex: Come on, the helicopter's waiting.
Lionel: No, no, I'm not going back to Metropolis. Not just yet.
Lex: What about your treatment?
Lionel: I'm afraid those charming physical therapists will just have to
come to me.
Lex: I hope you're not staying because of a sudden interest in alien
Lionel: Of course not. I'm staying because I want to spend more quality
time with my only son.
Lex: Good. Because this could all be a hoax.
Lionel: Hoax or not, I'm not the only one who's suddenly interested in
Pete: So this super speed thing. How fast are we talking, 20, 30 miles
Clark: Yeah, something like that.
Pete: What about the x-ray deal? Have you ever used it to look through a
Clark: It only works when I focus and I do not use it to invade people's
Pete: Ah, come on.
Clark: I'm serious.
Pete: So you're telling me never once have you looked in the girls'
Clark: Well... maybe once.
Pete: That's my boy. So does this mean you've been holding back on
Clark: A little bit.
Pete: So what are you waiting for? Show me what you really got.
Clark: I don't think you want to go there, Pete.
Pete: Bring it on.
Clark: All right.
Pete: Now we all know if I come out there and guard you, you're not
getting anywhere near this hoop. I don't care what kind of powers you
Clark: Let's go.
Pete: This is gonna be fun.
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