- What the--? - Oh, Superman.
- Gee. - Stand back, please. Stand back.
Nothing to get worried about.
Well, don't just sit there. Get out.
Look at that overgrown boy scout, Miss Teschmacher.
Tell me what you see.
Cuteness, dimples.
You like cuteness, huh?
Dimples.
I'll give you dimples.
The pressure is still on you, Superman. You know what they say:
"if you can't stand the heat, get out of the tunnel."
This is your last chance, Superman.
Why don't you do yourself a flavor and freeze.
[MACHINERY HUMS]
Yeah.
Hah.
[CRACKING]
I think he's coming, Mr. Luthor.
[CREAKING]
He's definitely coming, Mr. Luthor.
It's open. Come in.
My attorney will be in touch with you about the damage to the door.
Otis, take the gentleman's cape.
- I don't think he wants me to. - Luthor, where's the gas pellet?
Somewhere...
...in the back of my mind, actually. It's a little idea I was toying with.
Is that how your warped brain gets its kicks? Planning the death of innocents?
No, by causing the death of innocent people.