Lionel: Why don't you have me killed?
Tess: Because that's not who I am.

There is a reason Lois Lane is known for telling the truth...because you're a terrible liar.


I'll trade a little motion sickness for a bullet in the bonnet any day. We need to call Clark and tell him Don Luthor is going all Godfather on us.


It seems Lionel 2.0 had dotted every "i" and crossed every "t." His resurrection is so ironclad, he could give Lazarus a run for his money.


Hold on Chicken Little. How do we know Connor would love nothing more than to be the only kid on the block more powerful than a locomotive?


Lois: Are you trying to tell me Connor is the genetic love-child of Clark Kent and Lex Luthor?
Clark: You don't have to say it like that.

Ok, Alexander is now Connor? Ok well I guess if Puff Daddy can become Diddy and Prince can say he's that squiggly thing, but I'm worried about what's underneath.


Alexander/Connor: Are you like my dad?
Clark: I prefer brother.

Lionel: You can't hide Alexander from me forever.
Tess: I'm saving him from an encore performance of Daddy Dearest.

So it's not just the Luthor males who like secrets.


It never hurts to change it up. Except the ring. I'm never gonna take that off. It's my sparkly little ball and chain.


My head is pounding like a mosh pit, and my mouth tastes like armpit.