Golly, Miss Lane, how come you get all the best stories?
A good reporter doesn't get great stories, Jimmy...
Superman (1978) · 52 quotes
Tied for 2nd most-quoted character in Superman (1978): in 12 of its 52 quotes
Most scenes with: Clark Kent (5), Superman (4), Perry White (3)
Can you read my mind? Do you know what it is that you do to me? I don't know who you are. Just a friend from another star. Here I am, like a kid out of school. Holding hands with a god. I'm a fool. Will you look at me? Quivering. Like a little girl, shivering. You can see right through me. Can you read my mind? Can you picture the things I'm thinking of? Wondering why you are...all the wonderful things you are. You can fly. You belong in the sky. You and I...could belong to each other. If you need a friend...I'm the one to fly to. If you need to be loved...here I am. Read my mind.
Golly, Miss Lane, how come you get all the best stories?
A good reporter doesn't get great stories, Jimmy...
Excuse me, Mr. White. I was wondering if, if, uh, perhaps you could arrange for half my salary to be sent to this address on a weekly basis.
Your bookie, right?
My what?
Lois Lane [cynical as ever]: Don't tell me. He sends a check every week to his sweet, grey-haired old mother.
Actually, she's silver-haired. [brief pause as they both realize he's not kidding]
Yeah. I'll see what I can do.
Any more at home like you?
Uh, not really, no.
I didn't think so.
So, how did you enjoy your first day on the job?
Frankly, the hours were somewhat longer than I expected, but meeting you and Jimmy and Mr. White on the whole, I think it's just swell.
"Swell"? You know, Clark, there are very few people left in the world who feel comfortable saying that word.
What word?
"Swell".
Really? It just sort of comes naturally to me.
Now just a minute, mister. I realize 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.
Now, that's the spirit. [to Lois] See, he really doesn't want to hurt anybody.
Uh-huh.
Right after I rip off this lady's purse. Now c'mon, lady. Hand it over.
Now, Lois, I think you better... [Lois begins to hand the Mugger her purse, but instead drops it] Lois! What are you doing?!
Clark! Clark, are you okay?
Fainted? You fainted!
Sorry. [Lois walks away as Clark opens his hand, looks at the audience, and tosses the bullet aside] Really, Lois, supposing that man had shot you? Is it worth risking your life over ten dollars, two credit cards, a hairbrush, and a lipstick?
How did you know that?
Know what?
You just described the exact contents of my purse.
You...you've got me? Who's got you?!
Gentlemen, this man needs help! [to Lois] Well, I certainly hope this little incident hasn't put you off flying, miss. Statistically speaking, of course, it's still the safest way to travel. [prepare to flies away]
Wait! Who are you?
A friend. [flies away] Bye.
[Lois waves at Superman and, quite understandably, faints]
Now, look. [throws newspapers down in succession, reading out their headlines] The Post: "IT FLIES!" The News: "LOOK MA - NO WIRES!" The Times: "BLUE BOMB BUZZES METROPOLIS". The Planet. [the headline on the Daily Planet reads: "CAPED WONDER STUNS CITY"] We're sitting on top of the story of the century here! I want the name of this flying whatchamacallit to go with the Daily Planet like bacon and eggs, franks and beans, death and taxes, politics and corruption!
I, I don't think he would, uh, lend himself to any ch-cheap promotion schemes, though, Mr. White.
Exactly how would you know that, Kent?
Well anyway, who's talking cheap? I'll make him a partner if I have to! Right?
Right, Chief.
I want the real story! [bangs his desk. Lois is taking notes and finds a card with a personal message on it] I want the inside dope on this guy! Has he got a family? Where does he live? What does the "S" stand for? Family? Relatives? How does he fly?
"TONIGHT AT EIGHT - YOU PLACE - HOPEFULLY - A FRIEND". [remembers what Superman had said to her and realizes that the notes is from him] A friend!
Tony, who is he? Mike, what's his name? What's he got hidden underneath that cape of his, batteries? Why did he show up last night? Dick, where does he come from? [to Lois] Does he have a girlfriend? [to Clark] What's his favorite ball team, Kent? Now listen to me! I tell you, boys and girls, whichever one of you gets it out of him is going to wind up with the single most important interview since...God talked to Moses! What are you standing around about for? Move! Get on that story!
Eight o'clock, he says eight o'clock. Hm. Some friend. [pours herself some wine] Story of my life. [sits down] Cinderella bites the dust.
U-Uh...hi!
Oh, I'm sorry. Did you have plans this evening?
Oh. Oh, this old thing?...No.
Well listen, it's no trouble at all for me to come back later-
No! [rushes forward] Don't move! Um, er, uh...sure, you can move. Um, just don't fly away, all right?
Sorry to, uh, just drop in on you like this, Miss Lane, but I've been thinking. You know, there must be a lot of questions about me that people in the world would like to know the answers to...
Of course. Yes. Uh... [begins to light a cigarette]
Uh, you really shouldn't smoke, you know, Miss Lane.
Don't tell me. Lung cancer, right?
Um, um, would you like a glass of wine?
Uh, no, no thanks. I never drink when I fly. Nice place.
Oh, thank you. Thank you. Um...should we get started with that interview? [goes to sit down and Superman goes to get her chair] Oh! Huh. Thank you. [Superman sits down, too] Well, ah, let's start with your vital statistics. Are you married?
Uh, no. No, I'm not.
Do you have a girlfriend?
Uh, no, I don't, but, uh, if I did, Miss Lane, you'd be the first to know about it.
Um, how old are you?
Over 21.
Oh, I get it, you don't want anyone to know how old. And how big are you? How tall are you?
Uh, 'bout six-four.
Six-foot-four and, uh, how much do you weigh?
Hm, around two, two-twenty five.
Two-Two-twenty five? Hm. Uh, well, um, um, I assume then that-that the rest of your bodily functions are...normal?
Sorry, beg your pardon?
Well, putting it delicately. [leans forward] Do you...eat?
Uh, yes. Yes, I do. When I'm hungry.
You do? Of course you do. [gets up from the table and stands besides a large lead planter] Well, then. Uh, is it true that uh, you can...see through anything?
Yes, I can. Well, pretty much.
Mm-hm, and that you're, uh, totally impervious to pain?
Well, so far.
What color underwear am I wearing?
Oh, I'm sorry. I embarrassed you, didn't I?
Oh, No, no, not at all, Miss Lane, it's just that this planter must be made of lead.
Uh, yes it is. So?
Well, you see, I, uh, I sort of have a problem seeing through lead.
Oh! That's interesting. [writing] 'Problem seeing through lead'. Hmmm. Uh, d-do you have a first name?
What, do you mean like Ralph or something?
No, no, I mean like, uh... [walks away from the planter]
Pink.
Huh?
Pink. [Lois scurries back to the planter] Um, sorry, Miss Lane, I didn't mean to embarrass you.
Oh, huh, you didn't embarrass me. Um, uh, what's your background? Uh, where do you hail from?
Well, that's kinda hard to explain actually. See, I'm from, um, well, pretty far away. Another galaxy, as a matter of fact. I come from a planet called Krypton.
Huh?
Krypton.
Oh, Krypton!
With a C-R-I?
Uh...
No?
No, a-actually, it's K-R-Y-P-T-O-N.
K-R-Y...do you like pink?
I like pink very much, Lois.
Why are you?
I'm sorry?
I mean, w-why are you here? There must be a reason for you to be here.
Yes.
Mm-hm?
I'm here to fight for truth and justice and the American way.
You're gonna end up fighting every elected official in this country!
I'm sure you don't really mean that, Lois.
I don't believe this.
Lois, I never lie.
Oh. Um...uh, oh! Just how fast do you fly...by the way?
Oh, I don't know really. Y'know, I've never actually, uh, bothered to time myself.
No?
Say. Why don't we find out?
And how do you propose we do that?
Take a ride with me?
You mean I could fly?
Well, actually, I'd be handling the flying if that's okay.
This is utterly fantastic!
Wait, wait a minute, where are you going?
Are you serious?
Sure. What's the matter, don't you wanna go? Okay. [Lois grabs the pad and pen] Won't need these.
I mean. A sweater. It must be kind of cold?
You'll be warm enough. [takes Lois by the hand] Ready?
Clark...said that you're just a figment of somebody's imagination. Like Peter Pan.
Clark, uh. Who's that? Your boyfriend?
Clark? Oh, Clark, no, he's nothing, he's just, uh...
Peter Pan, huh?
Uh-huh.
Peter Pan flew with children, Lois. In a fairy tale.
[Superman grip Lois's shoulders, they shoot up into the night sky. Lois gasps]
We forgot to time ourselves. Maybe next time. [starts walking back to the edge of the terrace]: You okay?
Uh-huh!
Good night.
Good night. [watches Superman flying away, thinking to herself] What a super man! [pauses] Superman!
Anybody home? Hello? Lois? [Lois answers the door] Hi. Can I come in?
Oh, yeah.
Lois, for goodness sake, didn't you hear me knocking?
Uh-huh!
Lois, we did have a date tonight, remember?
Oh!
Oh! No. No.
Well, I certainly hope not. Well, let's push off, shall we?
I'd better get a coat.
Lois, there's something I have to tell you. I'm really... [Lois returns with her coat, before he quickly puts on his glasses and starts slouching again, reverting back to Clark's voice] I mean...I was at first really nervous about tonight. But then I decided, well-Darn it, I was going to show you the time of your life.
That's Clark, nice.
I was thinking maybe we could go for a hamburger or whatever you want to do...
As you know, my newspaper, the Daily Planet, is very interested in that dam, Chief, but what I don't understand is why you would sell out to a faceless person that you've never met. I mean, you don't even know his name.
At the stupid high price that he offered for this worthless piece of desert, I hope it's Custer!
Golly, Miss Lane, it's too bad Mr. Kent wasn't here to see all this.
Yeah, poor Clark! He's never around when you...wait a minute, wait a minute.... [shrugs her shoulders] Lois Lane, that is the silliest idea you've ever had...
Let me tell you something, Miss Lane: I think he really cares about you.
Clark? Of course he does.
No, not Clark. [looks up in the sky]
Oh...well, uh... Superman cares about everybody, Jimmy. But, uh...who knows, someday, y'know, maybe if he's lucky...