" This has to stop." "Open your eyes, Lex." " I can't." "Luthors are not afraid." "We don't have that luxury." "We're leaders." "You have a destiny, Lex." "You'll never get anywhere with your eyes closed." "This helicopter is not landing till you've looked out that window." "Is your boy okay, Mr. Luthor?" "He'll be fine." "Well, here comes the future." "He's not gonna change anything." "He gave us his word." "Lionel Luthor is the pesticide king in Metropolis." "What does he want with a creamed corn factory?" "Hold on, Erin Brockovich." "I want to make it through freshman year." "Oh, look." "It's the three ass-keteers." "Subtle entrance." "Classes have begun, young man." "Have the courtesy to turn around when I'm addressing you." "That's it." "My office, now." "Be on the lookout for daddy's little boy." "I hear you can't miss him." "I'm not interrupting?" " Mr. Luthor." " My father's Mr. Luthor." "Call me Lex." "Gabe Sullivan." "Let me give you a tour." "With all due respect, Gabe, you process crap." "What's there to see?" "I know we're losing money." "You're here to clean house..." "Relax, Gabe." "I'm not firing anybody." "First we'll go through the budget and trim costs, not jobs." " Your father..." " I'm my father's son, not his lap dog." " Going inside?" " Yeah, in a minute." "I take this whole fashionably late thing seriously." "Clark's not gonna show." "Come on." "You can help me mock the cheesy homecoming decorations." "All right." " Pete!" " It's a friend-friend thing." "Clark, we're leaving for the market, and you haven't done your chores." " Mom, you'll never guess..." " Never guess what?" "Oh, never mind." "What are you doing here?" " Seeing your mom doesn't get shorted." " He's on his third." "Better eat." "Clark, you should've been at the dance." " What'd I miss?" " The Griffins stacked the jocks' trucks." " I wonder how?" " I don't know." "I wish I'd been there." "Good afternoon, sleepyhead." "Pete, thanks for loading the truck." " No problem." " You helped load the truck?" " After I helped price everything." " I officially hate you." "So how you doing?" "Jonathan, that explosion would have killed us." "Clark doesn't have a scratch on him." "Well, I got another one for you." "This morning when he woke up, he was floating." "What did you tell him?" "That we'd figure it out." "He didn't come with instructions." "Strength and speed, I can understand." "Every year he gets stronger and faster, but now everything is changing." "I know." "I was hoping it'd level off about now." "I don't think it is." "I'm beginning to wonder if he can ever have a normal life." "Can he get married?" "Can he even have children?" "How do you raise a kid in a world where the rules don't apply to him?" "The best we can." " Floating, huh?" " That's what he said." "He'll have to get over his fear of heights."