Fade in: Tastefully furnished apartment in Metropolis. Early morning.
A gorgeous brunette in a tight blouse and an extremely short skirt gazes at a black-haired handsome man questioningly.
'What do you think, Clark?"
"As always you look fantastic, Lois but isn't that skirt a little short?"
"The old goat of a politician I am interviewing today, is known to be quite disarmed by a pretty young thing in a skirt. It's this short on purpose. I'm sure he will leave his guard down and reveal all sorts of things he'd rather not be public knowledge, especially when he finds out I've got nothing on underneath it!"
"Lois!"
"Cram it, Clark! I don't criticize YOUR reporting methods!"
"That's not the point. This had to be on your mind last night when I shaved you."
"No, it wasn't!"
"Oh, really? The last time you let me shave you, you interviewed that leather wearing hulky dungeon master the next day. How far did you go on that interview, Lois?"
"None of your business, boy scout!"
"I'd say, the prospect of some skeevy politico eyeing my wife's pussy IS my business!"
"Well, aren't we all high and mighty!"
"I'm an ethical reporter, Lois."
"Oh, bullshit, Clark. You use your super hearing to eavesdrop on closed door political meetings. You use your superhuman vision to scope out details of breaking stories. You are in NO position to lecture me."
"I don't flash my junk to get a story!"
"That's not what Lana Lang told me!"
"Would you stop harping on that?"
"You fall off the fidelity wagon and I'm the tramp!"
"It won't happen again!"
"You're damn right it won't. If it does, I'm going to ask Lex Luthor for a Kryptonite-bladed scalpel and I'll castrate you myself!"
"Now, Lois..."
"I'm not joking! If Lex wants a dozen blowjobs in exchange for that scalpel -- he'll get them!"
"Lois, this is getting into a weird area."
"Don't change the subject. Despite being an alien, you are all American male, Clark."
"Let's not bring race into this!"
"Spare me! You were raised Methodist and still go to church there occasionally, yet you also worship the Kyptonian pantheon. Do you have any idea how weird that is?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"You're right, I don't understand!"
Close shot: intense looks from both parties. Lois places her hands on her hips and takes a deep breath.
"OK, Clark, let's get back on focus. I understand your concerns about how I intend to get this story, the point is it is my job to get the story. It's our job. It's the one thing we love above everything else. It's what brought us together in the first place. That and your tight butt!"
