...but he is, in my 40 years in this business, the fastest typist I've seen.
- That's great. - Excuse me. I'm sorry.
Here, you forgot my article.
Oh, excuse me, Mr. White?
I was wondering if perhaps you could arrange for half my salary...
...to be sent to this address on a weekly basis.
- Your bookie, right? - My what?
Don't tell me, he sends a check every week to his sweet, gray-haired mother.
Actually, she's silver-haired.
Uh, I'll see what I can do.
Uh, thank you very much, Mr. White.
Excuse me.
Well....
Any more at home like you?
Not really, no.
I didn't think so.
- Well, get yourself a desk over here. - Over here?
Yeah, right here. There are some papers in a pile right there.
Sorry. Excuse me.
- Hi, Bill Breesen. - Hi, Clark Kent.
- Very nice to meet you. - Welcome aboard.
Thank you.
- Here's your towel, Mr. Clark. - Um, Kent.
- What? - Kent.
Oh. Clark Kent.
Jimmy Olsen.
WOMAN: Yeah. It's fantastic. LOIS: So you--?
- I met this really great guy. - Hey, fabulous.
Yeah, fabulous. I met him at this dude ranch.
- Did you know I used to ride? - Yeah, I've been since I was 7.
- Oh, I gotta mail these letters. - Okay, bye. Good luck tonight.
- Oh, hi, Clark. - Hi, Lois.
How'd you like your first day on the job?
Well, frankly, the hours were sort of longer than I expected...
...but on the whole, I mean, meeting you and Jimmy Olsen and Mr. White...
...gosh, I'd say it's been swell.
- Swell? - Yeah.
You know, Clark, there are very few people left in the world...
...who feel comfortable saying that word.
- What word? -"Swell."
Really? I always thought it was kind of natural.
Ooh.
- I'm sorry. - Clark.
MAN: It's alright.
- Sorry, Lois. - Oh, hi, Rex.
- Oh, Lois. - See anything good today?
- Not until you came along. - Lois?
- Oh, Rex, this is-- - Clark Kent.
- Yeah, hi, see you around. - Bye.
- Lois? - Hey, where you going?
- Can I help you with your coat? - Oh, yeah. Thanks.
- So you like Mr. White. - I thought he was a nice guy.
- Jimmy Olsen was fantastic. THUG: Hey, come here.
Come on, come on. Get in here. Hurry up. Come on.
- We'd better get out of here. - I think we'd better do what he says.
- Come on, come on. Get in here, quick. - Don't do anything.
- That's it. - We're coming.
- Come on. - We're coming. Excuse me.
- Go on, back there. - Here?
Please don't point that at me, sir.
- You could hurt somebody with that. - Yeah, yeah.
- Okay, okay, hold it there. - Just a minute, mister.
I realize of course that times are tough for some these days...
...but this isn't the answer.
You can't solve society's problems with a gun.
You know something, buddy? You're right. I'm gonna turn over a new leaf.
Good for you, sir. That's the spirit. He doesn't really want to hurt anybody.
Uh-huh.
- Right after I rip off this lady's purse. - Of course.
Now come on, lady, hand it over.
Lois, I think maybe you better....
CLARK: Lois, what are you doing?
[GRUNTING]
Clark! Clark.
Clark, are you alright? Clark!
What happened?
Golly. I guess I must have fainted.
Fainted?
- You fainted? - Sorry.
Swell.
Oh, really, Lois, supposing that man had shot you?
Is it worth risking your life over $10, two credit cards, a hairbrush, and lipstick?
- How'd you know that? - Know what?
You just described the exact contents of my purse.
Hm.
Um, wild guess.
Taxi!