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...wallpaper is not the first thing that comes to mind.
...so I can be home with you. - Okay.
...that right after I released the defendant into your custody...
Angela Winters. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Over my dead body.
I was thinking, "Get the story. " That's what I was thinking.
I'd say that would be fair.
The Caped Crusader!
Seriously. This is an opportunity a journalist never gets.
Oh, Clark.
...walked right through my body. - I see.
Hell, happens to the best of us.
Do you wanna keep the gun up higher, please? Thank you very much.
- Hello? - Lois Lane, Elroy Sykes.
...maneuver the DA into prosecuting her.
He was just her snitch, until he double-dealt her and went to jail.
Six feet, 5 inches of repressed anger and body odor.
You've got it.
- A what? - A hallucination.
Don't get cocky.
Yes, detective. That's us.
It's okay, Lois.
It must have been some kind of hologram...
- I love when you do that. - Yeah. How about this?
Constantly.
...when Mr. Sykes was shot? - No.
Would you tell us about Ms. Lane's dealings with Elroy Sykes?
Maybe we can finally settle down and start acting like a normal couple.
Nobody is above the law in Metropolis...
And even though I know the system can be unfair to some people...
I can't believe you've been sitting on all your fears...
Sykes. I thought you were in...
- The usual. - Dumb question.
- He's dead. - No, he was due here two hours ago.
Way to go, Clark.
His neck.
Honey, stop it.
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