...will air in October.
Dean Cain to play Dr. Curtis Knox in Smallville Seventh Season Episode "Cure".
SQUEEEEE!!!! About time, I'd say. How cool is it that he's playing another "C.K"? Will the real CK please stand up? Please stand up? Please stand up? *g*
Of course, I have a personal wish list regarding this:
1. Please, if there is a God, don't make him wear facial hair.
2. He was looking pretty seedy the last time I saw him on TV. Please let him have kicked his ass back into its
normal, mighty fine, state.
3. Please let him wear glasses.
4. Please let him not be a villain. Or if he has to be, not a completely evil villain. At least an interesting villian.
5. Please let him not be another freak-of-the-week. Let him have a very interesting, un-deux-ex-machina role that stretches out over the season story arc. We don't need another Jane-Seymour-as-WTF-is-Genvieve-Teague fiasco like in fourth season.
6. Please don't let him die a gruesome death. Please don't let him die a James Norrington death. Please don't let him die, period.
7. Please let them make him wear lots of crazy ties and make lots of allusions to Lois and Clark. I loved it when they did that with James Masters. "There's no such thing as vampires, Clark". Hahahahaha!
And while you're at it, kind fairy godmother, please have Teri Hatcher guest star alongside him as his love interest. You did it with Chris and Margot Kidder, you can work the magic now. Please?
When Paris Hilton joins a convent? Is that a promise?
UPDATE: Apparently, there is a strong likelihood that Dr. Curtis Knox will turn out to be Vandal Savage. Which would be fitting, as the last Superman actor who guest starred was called Virgil Swann.
So is it just me, or does this picture of Vandal Savage bear a strong resemblence to Dean Cain (as he is now)?
Goddamn sexy build? Check. Slightly oriental eyes? Check. Looks like that in a goatee? *whimper* Check. Hair slicked back? Check. Large, sexy, drool-worthy, strong-looking, bedroom hands? *ahem* Check. Looks good in blue? Check.
Vandal Savage it is! *sigh*
...will air in October.
If I see one more red heart-shaped balloon, heart-shaped candy box or any thing that is pink, fluffy and looks like it belongs in Madam Puddifoot's , you may check for news reports of the girl who went berserk and went on a series of city-wide rampages of all things Hallmark in a Godzilla outift.
*shoots down nauseating red heart emblazoned on top of LiveJournal logo*
In other news;
For those of you who ship Lois Lane and Clark Kent in any incarnation, may I point you toward the new communitycloisfic, created by the lovely katshakespeare.
Do join, my FoLClings!
(yelling at the hotel manager)
Lois: Look, my wedding is in three days, I have relatives flying in from all over the country, that is, assuming they can land, and we're tired, and we're wet, and I have a very loud voice.
Lois: And my mother would say it served him right. But then she'd admit that, if teaching their child the value of love was important, they'd done their job. And your parents would remind me that the son that came to them was the most special of gifts they now shared with me. And they'd ask me to protect him with all the strength he uses to protect others.
Lois: Mother, not all aliens are bad, assuming there are such things.
Ellen: Of course they're bad. They eat your brains. I read the papers. They abduct women for bizarre sexual experiments.
Lois: (interest piqued) Bizarre? Like what?
(Unaware that he has married a clone of Lois while his fiancée has been kidnapped,
Jonathan: Nothing happens?
Jonathan: No sparks? No flickering? No electricity at all?
Martha: The two of you have more electricity than anyone I've ever seen, and I think we've pretty much beaten this metaphor to death.
Lex (to Superman): Now, tell me, be honest, isn't one of us without the other incomplete, almost unnecessary? Or am I all alone here?
Lois clone: I really need to talk to you. Alone! Subtle hint!
Lois clone: Well, is it okay if I love you?
(FYI: Clones have a lifespan of two weeks)
Lois clone: Well, is it okay if I love you?
Lois clone: Ohmigod, that was two days ago. You have got to learn to let things go.
Lex: You know, it occurs to me, Martha, that, if I'd had a mother as loving as you, I might be a better person. Thank God I didn't.
(Lois has lost her memory and is institutionalized)
Jimmy: C.K., you know that there's a chance, slim, that Lois might not recover.
Lois: I think I remember wanting to fly. I wanted to feel safe, up and away from all the confusion down here. I still have dreams about flying over the city. Actually, they seem more like memories.
Lois: I feel like Nancy Drew, whoever that is.
Lois: First, I break in. Now, I'm about to go through this man's office. How can something so wrong feel so right?
Lois: You're giving me that look.
(Still without memories)
Lois: You're giving me that look.
Lois: That Lois-has-gone-off-the-deep-end-in-
Lois: Well, sometimes you have to rush.
Lois: I am careful.
Lois: And you always walk on eggshells.
Lois: What, I'm not?
Lois: Say what?
Lois: I don't know. I don't know how I know. I know. I just know that this conversation is driving me nuts. Goodnight. (storms off)
(Whooping at the heavens)
Jimmy: C.K., are you okay?
Jimmy: Hee, hee. That's . . . great.
Lois: I always knew I was meant to fly.
Superman: Yes, Lois, you were.
Lois: You seem very sure.
Superman: I am.
Lois: You're the strongest man in the world, but there's such gentleness in your eyes.
Clark: My advice -- seize the moment, Chief, because you never know when your relationship's gonna get hit with a busted-up wedding, a psychopathic killer, amnesia, or multiple personalities. Go to dinner, Chief.
Perry: You've seen it all, haven't you, son?
(On not tempting fate)
(Lois’ psychiatrist Dr. Deter is taking advantage of her amnesia by brainwashing her into believing she’s falling in love with him. Our heroes are finally getting clued in.)
Jimmy: This guy's bedside manner includes breakfast in the morning.
Perry: Just take your cue from the master of cool here, huh? Slow and easy.
(Lois and Deter walk in).
Lois: Perry, Jimmy,
Jimmy: You what?
Lois: I need to get away so that I can totally recover.
Deter: We're leaving the country.
Lois: We're going to the South of France. Max has a home there, and he thinks that one-on-one intensive therapy. . . .
Perry: (Lunging at Deter) What are you doing, you little brainsucker?
Lois: No, I know what's best for me.
Perry: Hey, what's the deal here?
Jimmy: Chief, calm down.
Perry: No, the gates are up, and this calamity train is gonna stop now!
Jimmy: Breathe or something.
(Having newly regained her memory)
Lois: I do.
(Flicking through Lois’ high school yearbook)
Lois: I was stuck in my Charlie's Angels phase. Everybody was.
Lois: Of course, where else it would be? Every villain in the universe seems to operate out of Metropolis. For once, I just wish we could have a villain in Maui, or
(Talk about commitment issues)
Lois: I had the weirdest dream. I dreamed I was in this house in the backyard and I had this chef's hat on. I was barbecuing burgers, and my legs were turning into roots, and they were growing into the ground, and I was screaming, "I am not an oak. I am free."
Lois: When I was a kid, home was where mom was in the lounge chair getting drunk, and daddy was in the backyard burning steaks, and trying to explain what he was doing kissing Mrs. BelCanto in the church parking lot. Permanence wasn't so permanent at my house.
Lois: So, I guess I should stop running?
Lois: Forget the steaks. Just don't be kissing Mrs. BelCanto.
(New Kryptonians Zara and Ching arrive to tell them that Clark’s the legitimate ruler of New Krypton, that he was married at birth to Zara and that if he doesn’t come with them now a civil war will break out and kill thousands of people on New Krypton. Meanwhile Lady Zara is in love with her lieutenant Ching)
Lois: Your wife.
Lois: Oh, well, we're not on Krypton.
Lois: Yeah, well, us wacky Earth women, we get mighty cranky about losing our husbands.
Zara: And it's a selfish thing. Certainly for people with noble blood.
Lois: You've had two weddings and only the one to her is real.
Lois: You're asking me to sacrifice everything for a world I'll never see.
Zara: I'm asking you to save a world that is robbing us both of the men we love.
Lois: Lieutenant, without kindness, what is your homeland worth? Without love, what are your lives worth?
Lois: And I'll love you til the end.
Lois: And I'm your wife.
(speaking to the masses before leaving for New Krypton)
Superman: Emerson said, "Self trust is the essence of heroism." Inside each of you is a hero. And, so I leave, knowing that a world full of heroes has nothing to fear.
Lois: (collapsing as Clark leaves for New Krypton) It's over. Everything's over.
Jonathan: Dearest Lois, a love that risks nothing is worth nothing.
(Xavier’s Virtual Fantasy)
Lois: You beat Superman.
X: To a pulp.
Lois: Oh, thank you. I was getting so sick of him.
Lois: Mmm, Hmm.
Lois: So, what you're saying is is you're a vir . . . vir . . . vuh . . . a very patient man.
Lois: Oh, I love your parents. They're just so . . . not insane.
Lois: Try two.
Lois: It's okay, Martha, he tells me the same thing.
Lois: Well, uh, I . . . I've always admired the Swiss. And, um, their chocolate is to die for, and those cuckoo clocks. Wow!
Beverly Lipman: Well, you don't absolutely need shoes, but sooner or later your feet are bloody stumps.
(In the middle of a séance)
Star the psychic: Lois, it's your purse. Is there something evil in your purse?
Lois: Just my credit cards.
Lois: Well, Winky Tink says now's the time. They've got a five-year waiting list, and they require a $200 deposit.
Lois: Nope. Just money.
Bud Collins: Superman, did anybody tell you you look just like
Jimmy: I don't know, bad people. I punched 'em!
Jimmy: No. They were too busy shooting and fighting. I punched 'em!
Perry: Have you heard from Lois?
Perry: Yeah, she left here and went to Star Labs to see Jimmy. But I just called there. Olsen left. She never made it.
Perry: He never made it back here. Where's Jack Olsen?
Perry: With Jimmy.
Perry: Yeah, we're totally incompetent.
Lois: Well, I'll tell you what you can learn from Jack. Not all men are cut out to be fathers. It's not the job, it's the man, and piano tuner or spy, Jack just wasn't ready for the responsibility of a family. And you are.
Lois: No, lunkhead, I'm trying to convince you. The mere fact that you care so much, proves it.
* * *
Lois: In the best sense of the word.
Lois: (After Clark tells her he's invited Lana Lang to their wedding) Oh, an old girlfriend.
Lois: What sound?
Tempus the time traveller: Hi, Lois. Remember me?
Tempus: (Taking off his glasses) How about now?
(Tempus strands Lois in an alternate universe – one without a Superman.)
Lois: So, in plain English, Ben Hur is President and I'm wormfood. I'm getting married next week, why does this keep happening to me?
Alt-Clark: I'm sorry, I just, I just have a lot of trouble believing all of this.
Lois: What? That Tempus is a criminal? That he's H.G. Wells? Or that we're from a parallel Metropolis?
Alt-Clark: No, that this other me flies around in tights.
(Having taken Time traveler Herbert George Wells prisoner)
HG Wells: You’ll never get away with this, Tempus!
Tempus: Get away with what? Becoming mayor of Metropolis by murdering candidate Perry White? Because somebody might stop me? Big, brawny, looks good in blue? Gee, if only I lived in a dimension with no Superman. Oh wait, duh, I do!
Lois: Stay calm. Stay calm. Okay, I'm high up, I'm blind, my hands are tied, the ledge is falling apart…. Okay, panic.
Tempus: Herb, if I wanted to kill her, I'd beat her to death with a frozen lamb chop and then eat it with a nice Merlot.
Tempus: No, I want to torture her, send her into a spasm of sheer terror.
Tempus: Because it's good TV. It's fun for the whole family. And then there are those magic words guaranteed to make it a ratings bonanza, "Help, Superman, save me." Only this time, there's no Superman.
Tempus: Only thing that would ruin this would be a commercial.
Tempus: Now ask yourself, Herb: Why is there no Superman here? Is it because this
Tempus: Yes, Herb, I'm the bad guy. We always have a plan.
Lois: But it's so much more than that. It's a symbol. You're making yourself into a beacon.
Lois: I'm sorry. I'm a little high-strung.
Tempus: Ah, the heroine creates her hero. A mythically moving moment. Herb, am I still a man in your eyes if I weep?
Alt-Superman: Just because I'm not wearing my glasses, are you sure no one's gonna recognize me?
Alt-Superman: (To his fiancée Alt-Lana) Well, I've decided that I need. . . . No. I've decided that the world needs me.
Lana: Needs you to what? Model men's underwear? Bring capes back in fashion?
Alt-Superman: Honestly, I don't know how you thought a pair of glasses would keep people from recognizing me. It's kind of ridiculous.
Lois: Don't get me started.
Wells: What do you think Shakespeare meant when he wrote, "In apprehension, how like a god?" It's not that gods are anxious about their responsibilities but, with such great weight, comes great understanding. Trust that,
Wells: He's quite a man, the Clark Kent of this world.
Lois: I just wish he didn't have to be alone.
Wells: The hardest lesson is that love can be so fair to some and so cruel to others. Even those who would be gods.
(Back at home)
Lois: Let's go ahead and invite her to the wedding. I think I have a pretty good idea about why it didn't work out between you two and why it'll always work with us. No matter how crazy the world gets.
Thanks be to Zoomway!
(After Lois has figured out about Superman)
Lois: I'm not mad.
Lois: I'm not mad at all.
Lois: I'm not.
Lois: I'm hurt.
Lois: I'm really, really hurt.
Lois: And it just got more complicated when you realized you loved me.
Lois: Don't try and score points.
that you're just going to have to get used to.
Lois: Huh, really? Like the urgent need to umpire a kid's baseball game for two hours?
investigate, and we spent the whole time wallowing. We wallowed. I hate wallowers, and that's what we've turned into -- a couple of sighing, slack-jawed, self-pitying wallowers.
Lois: No, I got things out in the open, starting with "You are
Lois: Speaking of which, when were you planning on telling me? The
honeymoon? Our first anniversary? When the kids started flying around the house?
Lois: I'm not working too hard. Can I go back to work?
Perry: Hey, Lois, word to the wise. Honey, there'll always be another headless corpse, but true love comes around maybe once.
(Having literally been marooned on a desert island)
Lois: No, no, no. What we need is a sauna, and a massage, and some
room service. So why don't you just scoop me up into your arms and fly us off? Maybe we're near
Lois: You have been scooping and flying on a fairly regular basis ever since I have known you. And now, now that we are surrounded by crazed insects and murderous plants, now, you think would be a bad time.
Lois: I can't believe I was complaining about Camembert from
Lois: Your parents made marriage look fun. Mine made it look like a root canal.
Spencer Spencer: You know, I was gonna kill you for all that crap you
wrote about me, but then I thought you might prefer an exciting career opportunity.
Lois: What do you mean?
Spencer Spencer: You can be my sex slave.
Lois: Kill me.
Lois: He's not Superman.
Lois: It's a thing he does at parties.
Lois: Yes, I love
Lois: I walked out because the plot is just warmed-over Bambi without the political subtext.
Lois: We're about as in sync as the English in a Japanese horror film.
Lois: You can fly. I can stay mad. It's a gift.
Martha: No, honey. Fly back. It's faster.
Lois: And even though it's your fault, I feel like it's mine. Good old
Lois: I'm going to be a professional and go to the interview and
internalize my feelings so I get an ulcer the size of
Superman: Women! Earth women!
Larry Smiley: Female hawk, you are ridin' on a horse called domination, and you won't get off. Does she need a time out?
Smiley: Step on outside, female hawk, and don't you return until you are singin' with the choir.
Lois: Really? Do I have to? Oh, shucks.
Smiley: You know something, you got a tiger by the tail there, boy.
Lois: Well, I'd like to feel wanted. Smiley says we're not compatible. He says I don't trust you or respect you, and he doesn't know why you even put up with me.
Lois: Of course, I trust you, and I respect you more than anyone else I've ever met. And, you know, if I do get angry, it's only because I have never opened up to somebody so much in my whole life. And it hurts me when I feel like that trust isn't returned. And you know you put up with me for the same reason I put up with you -- it's because I'm completely in love with you!
Lois: I think so.
Lois: Can we maybe do this some place that's not so musty and not owned by a killer?
(In Lois’ James Bond nightmare)
Lois/Miss Goodbottom: Let me take care of this. I know how to handle
him. I'll give him a migraine. Who does he think he is busting out of prison making our lives miserable?
Clark/James Bond: In future years, when I've gone on to a series of successful sequels and you've gone on to relative obscurity, please remember that, at this moment, I was only thinking of you.
Clark/James Bond: The name is Man. Super Man.
Perry/Friday: Let me tell you something, Mr.
been the one to go psycho . . .
Jimmy/Gannon: . . . trash the supermarket . . .
Perry/Friday: . . . throw over all the vegetable bins . . .
Jimmy/Gannon: . . . melt the entire freezer section.
Perry/Friday: But you drove her to it. You're just as guilty.
Perry/Friday: Preoccupation with other things.
Jimmy/Gannon: No emotional support.
Perry/Friday: No time for bedtime stories.
Jimmy/Gannon: And don't give me another saving-the-Hoover-dam alibi
cause I've heard it all before.
Perry: Where's your bulletproof vest?
Lois: Dry cleaners. Let me wear that tie. Bullets'll run screaming.
Perry: It's a gift.
Lois: Ever since we met . . . actually, ever since I took the time to listen, something about you always made sense to me. Even when a huge part of you didn't make any sense, there was a part deep down that did. That's the part that touches me. Just makes sense out of life.
UltraWoman: And I don't care what you say. I know it doesn't make you
feel good to watch me do what you were born to do.
Lois: You know, if somebody had asked me three days ago who the one
person in the world I admired most was, I'd have said you. But, without really knowing what that meant. Without understanding that the hardest thing about being you is all the things you can't do. All the cries for help that you can't answer. And how that quietly tears you apart. But it never stops you. And after living a little of that myself, I realized something. Something that I never thought was possible.
Lois: I love you more. More than I ever have and more than I ever thought I could love anyone, and so, I wanna ask . . . Will you marry me?
Lois: Who's answering? Clark or Superman?
Lois: I'm waiting.
Lois: You don't have any really big secrets, do you?
Lois: Hmm, I only marry men who fly.
Perry: Now, Lois, you and I have been newspeople long enough to know that, if it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, tastes good with plum sauce, it is a duck.
Martha: We're here to support you and fight this little hussy with
everything we've got.
Donald Rafferty: My dear, you have nothing to worry about. * * *The test will either show that Superman is the father or not.
Leigh-Anne: And how is that last one a good thing?
Donald Rafferty: Oh well, I will bring in opposing experts to argue that the DNA tests are inconclusive or contaminated or the result of tampering or part of a conspiracy.
Leigh-Anne: Is that legal?
Donald Rafferty: My dear, it's the backbone of the entire legal system.
Lois: The truth is what you tell me and what I tell you, because that's the kind of relationship we have.
Lois: Uh! Who makes these people?
Lois: See how well trained I have him already.
Lois: Supermodel or terrorist? Supermodel or terrorist? I mean, how
do you wake up in the morning and decide to be that?
Lois: Is there any languages you don't know?