Lana Lang: Hmm. So, uh, how's your Latin?
Jason Teague: About as good as my Italian, which I don't speak.
Madelyn Hibbins: The food is so good in this century.
Margaret Isobel Thoreaux: And the men actually bathe.
[Lana, under the possession of an evil witch, has brought back the souls of her two friends into the bodies of Chloe and Lois]
Madelyn Hibbins: Ah, the woods of France. I'd know them anywhere.
Margaret Isobel Thoreaux: [rolling her eyes] We're in Kansas.
Brianna Withridge: Where?
Margaret Isobel Thoreaux: The Americas.
[Lana, Chloe and Lois had been possessed by 17th century witches. The night before, they had cast a spell on everybody at Chloe's 18th birthday party, making everybody go wild and turn into party animals. Clark sleeps late, leaving Jonathan to do his chores]
Clark Kent: Hey, dad.
Jonathan Kent: Hey, Clark. Son, is there maybe a little something you'd like to tell your mother and me?
[Jonathan holds up a sexy red and black bra]
Martha Kent: [Quietly] Where did that come from?
Jonathan Kent: From out in the barn. In the hay.
Martha Kent: [Shocked] Clark...
Clark Kent: [Quickly] It was magic.
Martha Kent: [Smirking] I'm sure it was...
Magistrate Wilkins: You have been found guilty of committing the darkest art, witchcraft. For this affront against God, I hereby condemn you to burn in the fires of hell of which you so eagerly seek communion.
Margaret Isobel Thoreaux: You think this ends with a lick of flame? I sleep but a while. And when the time is appointed my heir will awaken me and I will have vengeance.
Clark Kent: What did you do to Lex and Jason?
Margaret Isobel Thoreaux: Nothing, compared to what we're going to do to you.