Lois Lane: [sees Oliver and Chloe] Hey guys! Come here. Sit with us.
Clark Kent: [speaking to Chloe] Quiet weekend at home, huh?
Chloe Sullivan: Trust me, we had no idea the two of you would be here.
Lois Lane: And we had no idea there was even a "you two," which I think is perfect. I think fate has brought us together.
Oliver Queen: Well it's ah...
[everyone exchanges awkward looks]
Oliver Queen: It's a little less fate, actually.
Chloe Sullivan: More fame.
Oliver Queen: [agreeing with Chloe] Fame.
Chloe Sullivan: This is so far off the beaten path that even the society pages couldn't find Star City's most eligible bachelor here.
Lois Lane: You mean *ex-bachelor*.
Chloe Sullivan: Okay, enough about that. How did you guys manage to find the road less traveled?
Clark Kent: Well, I found their brochure at the apartment. I figured Lois wanted to come here.
Lois Lane: What brochure?
Chloe Sullivan: That wasn't Lois' brochure, Clark. That was mine.
[awkward looks are again exchanged]
Clark Kent: How was I supposed to know that Oliver...?
Chloe Sullivan: You weren't. That's the point.
Oliver Queen: [Clark looks over at Oliver for help] Oh, don't look at me. I learned long ago not to assume what belongs to who in that apartment. You gotta use context clues.
Lois Lane: Yeah, speaking of clues let's talk about Mr. Green, in the bedroom, with my cousin.
Oliver Queen: There it is.
Clark Kent: Lois, I think they came here for brunch.
Lois Lane: Good point.
[smiles some what threateningly at Chloe]
Lois Lane: Look Chloe, there's food.
Chloe Sullivan: [Lois grabs Chloe by the arm and drags her outside] Woah!
Oliver Queen: [Clark and Oliver are at a loss for words] There's little jellies.
Clark Kent: [singing in the shower] I can't tell you, Lois.
[Chloe, possessed by the Silver Banshee enters, wearing only a towel. Clark throws back the shower curtain]
Clark Kent: Chloe?
[quickly wraps himself up in the shower curtain]
Clark Kent: What are you doing in here?
Chloe Sullivan: Well, I thought I would join you.
[drops her towel]
Clark Kent: [instantly averts his eyes] Yeah, I can see that.
[grabs a towel]
Clark Kent: At least, I'm trying not to see that. Um... you know, I'm done here, so the shower is yours.
[grabs another towel and tries to cover Chloe up with out actually looking at her]
Clark Kent: Chloe, how much wine did you have to drink at dinner?
Chloe Sullivan: Why? You wanna share another bottle?
[moves in very close to Clark forcing him to drop his towel]
Chloe Sullivan: Or we could just go for a moonlit walk in the woods.
Clark Kent: I don't think that Oliver would appreciate it.
Lois Lane: [Lois enters the bathroom dressed up like a scottish lass complete with kilt and is holding a bottle of bubble bath] Okay I just...
Clark Kent: [shocked at Lois' attire yet completely entagled with a naked Chloe] Lois?
Lois Lane: Oh, my God.
Clark Kent: I can explain this, sort of.
[tries to get free from Chloe but she won't let him go]
Clark Kent: Chloe?
Lois Lane: Shh. You do that. Try to explain it over breakfast maybe next century.
[looks her bubble bath]
Lois Lane: This, I won't be needing.
[hands it to Chloe and as their hands touch the Silver Banshee transfers to Lois and leaves the room]
Clark Kent: Lois?
Clark Kent: [Chloe faints and Clark catches her] Chloe. Chloe? Chloe?
Chloe Sullivan: [Chloe wakes up and realizes they are both naked] Clark? What are you doing?
Clark Kent: What are *you* doing?
Chloe Sullivan: Where are my clothes?
Clark Kent: I don't know.
Chloe Sullivan: What's going on?
[shoves the bubble bath into Clark's hands and runs out of the room]
Clark Kent: Chloe, what possessed you to come into the bathroom like that?
Chloe Sullivan: I don't remember. I just completely blanked out.
Clark Kent: You don't remember seeing?
[gestures towards his body]
Chloe Sullivan: No, God, I definitely don't remember seeing that. Wait a minute. Was I? Did you see?
[realizes Clark saw her naked]
Chloe Sullivan: Oh, God. This is our last couples vacation together.
Clark Kent: If I don't find Lois, this will be the last vacation I take with anyone.
Chloe Sullivan: Okay, so not that I haven't seen enough of Clark Kent's private life tonight...
Clark Kent: I don't like where this is going.
Chloe Sullivan: You took Lois on a romantic getaway to some sort of bed and breakfast. And while I doubt the breakfest part poses problems, correct me if I am wrong. I seem to recall you having some kind of concern about the beds, and non-powered people, and what would happen in the beds with the non-powered people if...
Clark Kent: Okay, stop.
Chloe Sullivan: Thank you.
Clark Kent: My training with Jor-El has helped me to manage my powers better.
[Chloe looks confused]
Clark Kent: Let's just say that I'm in control. Of everything.
Tess Mercer: In every relationship, one person stands while the other one kneels. I will not be forced down again.
Zod: I wouldn't want you to be.
Silver Banshee: I was denied vengeance, just as I was denied power. But now I shall have both.
Oliver Queen: I'm all about the girl power really, but, I got to be honest with you, I don't see you breaking through any glass ceilings with that hair.
Silver Banshee: You know who I am.
Clark Kent: And I know your story. But killing men won't make up for what was done to you.
Zod: How did you weaken me in the barn?
Tess Mercer: You have your secrets and I have mine. Now we're even.
Zod: I've waited a long time to savor the power of my Kryptonian birthright, and I will do anything what it takes to protect it. You must know that.
Tess Mercer: In case if you hadn't noticed, Zod, there a few that can stop you.
Zod: Which is why the information you have is so valuable.
Tess Mercer: You talk like we're on different sides.
Zod: You tell me. We are partners, after all.
Tess Mercer: I doubt that you've only used yours powers for seduction.
Zod: They certainly come in useful, especially when it comes to keeping an ear and an eye out for my competition.
Tess Mercer: If you're referring to Clark, you may have met your match, but he's not your competition. *He's* one of *you*.
Zod: But he stands apart. Read your own newspaper, Tess. With the help of a certain lovely reporter, The Blur has becomes humanity's new Messiah. Now, I may be able to fly, but the world would willingly follow him on foot.
Tess Mercer: You're jealous.
Zod: I want to know what gives him that power. And I want to know what will take it away. But you'll never tell me.
Tess Mercer: Information is also power. But you understand that better than anyone.