Clark: Hey, this is a great place.
Lex: Yeah, if you're dead and in the market for something to haunt.
Clark: Well, I meant it's roomy.
Lex: It's the Luthor ancestral home, or so my father claims. He had it shipped over from Scotland stone by stone.
Clark: Yeah, I remember. The trucks rolled through town for weeks but no one ever moved in.
Lex: My father had no intention of living here. He's never even stepped through the front door.
Clark: Then why'd he ship it over?
Lex: Because he could.