Hey, it’s me, Lois. Guess you’re out. Strange to think that I can leave a message for the Blur. I mean, well not strange weird, it’s just…you know what I mean. It’s hard to picture the Blur screening his calls. Not that you’d be screening my calls or anything but [BEEP]… Me again, got cut off. You know, that’s not a lot of time for someone to leave a message. I mean, that beep comes at you pretty fast. Then again, you are the Blur, of course I’m sure you like it fast…
Well it is amazing what four hours of scrubbing a kitchen can do.
So, it’s a sex dream? With the co-worker you mentioned before? Clark Kent?
Lois: I don’t know who or what you are, but you got it all wrong lady. There is nothing romantic between Lois and Clark.
Maxima: You have a deep connection to him. I felt it.
Lois: Then your radar’s on the fritz. ‘Cause even on a good day, we’re barely friends.
Maxima: He would never have been able to pull away from me if he wasn’t drawn by his attraction to you.
Lois: Look, he’s about as attracted to me as a Red Sox fan to the Yankees.
Maxima: Oh, he might not know it yet. But believe me, there’s a bond. And I could see it on your face when you caught us together. You feel it, too.