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.

Lois Lane

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]

Perry White

Yeah. I'll see what I can do.

Lois Lane

Any more at home like you?

Uh, not really, no.

Lois Lane

I didn't think so.