Legal humor here.
“Well, the first thing—the very first thing—you have to remember is that you aren’t Superman. I’ve mentioned this before, but obviously it isn’t sinking in.”
“A ‘righty,’ huh? What other tricks have you got up your sleeve?”
“Well, Clark, you’re as sound as a dollar, or my name isn’t Lex Luthor. Just keep taking those pills I gave you and you’ll stay that way.”
“You ‘think’ it was red kryptonite. Frankly, Clark, that isn’t much help. Exactly who was this woman and where did you meet her?”
“Being invulnerable to vodka isn’t the same thing as being immune to it, Clark. Let’s lay off the two stingers for lunch bit until you can punch your way through a mountain with your head.”
“Chest expansion is excellent. Now let’s see if you can squeeze a lump of coal into a diamond.”
“Well, you know, you’re putting a lot of pressure on yourself wearing that damn undershirt. Try dating women who aren’t named Lois Lane. That should help.”
“The way I see it, you can either lose the shirt or get a cape. Half and half don’t cut it in this town.”
“Relax, Clark. You’ve got two good sequels in you and maybe three. And stop worrying about Batman. You know what I tell my kids? Even Batman isn’t Batman.”
“Flying faster than the speed of light won’t make you younger, Clark. But a high-fiber diet will make you feel younger.”
