Clois manips

Lois: You’ve just been hit par lightning, you’re stark naked, and, uh, toi don’t even remember your own name. toi have a fairly loose definition of “fine.”

Lois: [Still holding onto Clark's arm, she walks him down the hall.] Do toi know how many people are struck par lightning every year? Hardly any. toi know how many survive? Even less. And the number who get picked up par Lost drivers? Zero. So far, you’re three for three, so how about a little less complaining and a little plus vers l'avant, vers l’avant motion.

Clark: toi talk a lot.
Lois: Well, I’m just not very comfortable with uncomfortable silence,...