"Rage"
Original Air Date on November 9th, 2006
[ In Oliver's apartment, Lois and Oliver and kissing passionately. ]
Lois: Wait. I have a surprise for you.
Oliver: Well, I like surprises. But I don't like to wait.
Lois: [ Chuckles ] It'll be worth it. Trust me.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Car alarm blaring, glass breaking in the distance. Oliver goes out to his balcony and sees a carjacking in progress, with 2 gunmen terrorizing a young couple. He goes back into the apartment and dons the Green Arrow suit. ]
Thug #1: Come on! Get out of the car! Get out! Hey!
Young Man: Hey! Please, don't hurt her!
Thug #1: [ Grunts ] Come on!
Thug #1: Get up! That's it.
Woman: No! No! No!
Thug #1: You want some of this?
Green Arrow: They don't, but I do.
[ Green Arrow takes out one of the thugs, and the other one jumps in their car and drives away. As the car descends the parking structure, Green Arrow fires an arrow into the car, causing the thug to veer off into some parked cars. ]
[ Upstairs in Oliver's apartment, Lois walks down the stairs, now dressed very provocatively in only a long-sleeved dress shirt. She walks around the apartment, searching for Oliver. ]
Lois: Oliver? Okay, I'm pretty open-minded, but kinky hide-and-seek really isn't my game. Okay, you win. Ollie, Ollie, whatever, whatever. Okay, Oliver, this isn't funny.[ Chuckles ] Where are you? Good one, Lois.
[ Inside the car downstairs, Green Arrow has handcuffed the thug to the steering wheel. ]
Green Arrow: Don't worry. The cops will have a key.
[ As he exits the car, Green Arrow turns to find the first thug with a g*n pointed at him. ]
Thug #1: Surprise.
[ The thug sh**t Green Arrow in the chest and he falls to the ground with a pool of blood spreading out beneath him. ]
Clark: Mom, I know I have a big appetite, but you got enough food here to feed a small army.
Martha: I thought it'd be a good idea to invite a few people over for Thanksgiving this year.
Clark: Actually, I was hoping we could keep it low-key. I'm not feeling very thankful this year.
Martha: Well, I know it's gonna be a hard day, Clark, especially after what just happened to Raya, but company could help.
Clark: Mom, it was dad's holiday. He carved the turkey.
Martha: I can carve this year.
Clark: [ Sighs ] Mom, he was the one who made sure we all said what we were thankful for. He always made sure that I was thankful for my abilities. But you know what? He was wrong. If I was normal, he would still be here ... carving the turkey with grandpa's old carving Kn*fe.
[ Door opens and Lois enters. ]
Lois: Hey. So you can scratch Oliver's name off the Thanksgiving guest list ... or any other guest list, for that matter. I'm solo.
Martha: Well, that's too bad. What happened?
Lois: Last night he pulled another one of his trademark disappearing acts ... smack in the middle of a date.
Martha: Well, I'm sorry, Lois.
Lois: Oh, don't be. I mean, who's kidding who here? We had no future. He's a world renowned billionaire, and I am a nail-biting, talon-doling tabloid reporter.
Clark: Lois, I'm sure you'll find someone who's better suited for you.
Lois: Yeah, I know, I know ... life goes on. At least for some people. Have you heard the news? The Green Arrow was sh*t last night. It's in today's Planet. A man found him bleeding and ran for help, but when the cops finally got there, all that was left was a bloodstain.
[ Door opens ]
Lana: Lex? I found the charitable organization I want to focus on. It's Second Chance Halfway House. I have the time, and I heard you mention their name on the phone, and then I found this brochure. What an amazing program. I don't see why they can't be in every city in this country.
Lex: Lana, you'd be in contact with violent criminals just released from prison.
Lana: Maybe from time to time. But mostly I'd be at the central office.
Lex: Look, why not channel your energy into the Youth Foundation or the Center for Victims' Rights?
Lana: Because this is what I want to do.
Lex: I'm just trying to protect you.
Lana: What is it with people feeling like they have to protect me? Lex, I don't need to be watched over.
Lex: I didn't say you did. I want you to be safe.
Lana: Well, this isn't about what you want. This is about what I want.
Lex: Pick any other project. I'm sorry.
[ Lana is shocked and turns to leave the study. ]
[ Oliver is lifting weights in his apartment as Clark arrives. ]
Clark: You're looking awfully healthy.
Oliver: It's called exercise, Clark. It's something we mere mortals have to do from time to time.
Clark: According to the Daily Planet, the Green Arrow was sh*t last night.
Oliver: If I was sh*t, don't you think I'd be laying in a hospital or a morgue? I'm not bulletproof like you are, Clark. Besides, you of all people should know better than to believe everything you read in the newspaper.
Clark: It's the Daily Planet, not the Inquisitor. A witness saw you lying in a pool of blood.
Oliver: Well, maybe it was someone else with a preference for green.
Clark: What's your Green Arrow gear doing out in the middle of the room?
Oliver: I'm uploading a video. Check this out. See that? Now I've got footage of the scumbags, so if they try to get away, I can track them down.
Clark: Oliver, you're getting sloppy. Your gear's out in the middle of the room, the door's unlocked. That could have been Lois coming through the door.
Oliver: You know, I've had a lot on my mind lately, all right? Apparently, you were too busy using your powers to bale hay than to realize there's a crime wave in Metropolis. Let me ask you a question. Are you ever gonna get off your ass and finally do something for a change?
Clark: I didn't come here to be insulted.
Oliver: Well you know what? There's the door. I don't remember you being invited.
Clark: Oliver, what's going on with you?
Oliver: Clark, I don't need to take advice from someone whose only worry in life is to protect his own identity.
Clark: That's a lie. You know it.
Oliver: Let me tell you somthing - when I'm out there, when I'm out on the streets, I'm protecting people, all right? I got much bigger things to worry about ... like staying alive!
[ As he says this, Oliver breaks a water glass in his bare hands, cutting his palm badly. ]
Clark: You okay?
Oliver: I'm fine. Just get out of here.
Clark: You sure?
Oliver: Go!
[ Clark leaves but as he enters the elevator, he uses his x-ray vision to see that Oliver has pulled out a syringe and sh**t a substance into his arm. When Oliver removes the towel from his injured hand, the cut has completely healed without a scratch. ]
[ Knock on door ]
Lois: Come in.
Clark: Wow. Since when did you turn the apartment into a florist shop?
Lois: [ Sighs ]They're from Oliver.
Clark: Wait a second. The guy smothers you with flowers, and you forget everything he's done?
Lois: Please. I'm not that gullible. The whole botanical overkill is just a lame attempt to beg forgiveness.
Clark: Well, if he shows up in person to beg for forgiveness, don't answer the door. Lois, I went to talk to him at his apartment.
Lois: You didn't. What were you thinking?
Clark: I was looking out for you.
Lois: I have 20/20 vision, Smallville. I look out for myself.
Clark: When I was in his apartment, I found a needle and a syringe. Unless they're doctor-prescribed, I think Oliver's doing dr*gs.
Lois: This actually explains a lot. All those times he disappeared. I should have known. He said that Thanksgiving was a hard time of year ... made him think about his parents.
Clark: Lois, I think you might want to keep your distance.
Lois: He has a substance-abuse problem, not leprosy. And I am not going to abandon him when he needs me the most.
Clark: He's not himself right now, and based on his behavior, I don't think he's someone you want to be around.
Lois: Well, see, that's the difference between you and me, Clark. I don't desert people when they need help.
Oliver: You're a miracle worker, doc.
Dr. Black: We need to talk, Mr. Queen.
Oliver: We certainly do. I finally found myself injured badly enough to use the RL65. And it works ... perfectly. And not just once ... I cut my hand, and after one injection, I was completely healed.
Dr. Black: Well, don't take any more.
Oliver: Last time I checked, doctor, you work for me.
Dr. Black: The lab mice have been exhibiting irrational cognitive behavior. And more troubling, violent tendencies.
Oliver: I'm not a mouse. I feel fine.
Dr. Black: Do you? No lapses in judgment? No sudden outbursts of anger?
Oliver: Not really. But I am starting to feel one coming on right now.
Dr. Black: It's not worth risking possible psychosis just so you can climb Mount Everest or parachute out of your Learjet.
Oliver: This isn't about my recreational activities, doctor. We're on the verge of a medical breakthrough that could save countless lives. I'm more than honored to be the guinea pig. [ Oliver grabs a handful of vials of the serum RL65 from the lab table ] Trust me. I can handle the occasional temper tantrum.
Martha: Okay. Well, I'll talk to you after the break, Senator. [ Laughs ] You have a happy Thanksgiving, too. Bye-bye.
[ Knock on door ]
Martha: Hi. Come on in. I was just about to call you. I didn't get your RSVP.
Lionel: Ah. Well, that is why I'm here. I, um ... [Clears throat] came in person to, uh, tell you that I, uh, won't be coming for Thanksgiving dinner.
Martha: Well, that's too bad. I was really looking forward to seeing you.
Lionel: After Lillian d*ed, I somehow decided that I would stop celebrating Thanksgiving.
Martha: Why don't you make an exception and celebrate with us? We'd really love to have you.
Lionel: I don't think Clark would agree. The holiday's going to be, uh, difficult this year without extra complications for him.
Martha: You're not a complication, Lionel. You're ... a part of my life now, and I'm very thankful for that.
Lionel: Do you know what that means to me? Do you know what you mean to me?
[ Lionel grows very close to Martha has he says this, and they both flirt with the idea of a kiss, but both of them pull away before it can happen. ]
Lionel: Martha, I ... I-I didn't mean to. I'm ... sorry. I-I'm so sorry.
[ Lionel leaves quickly, offering his apologies. When he is gone, Martha considers what just happened. ]
Chloe: I take it this wasn't a party favor.
Clark: I broke into his apartment. There might be some residue still left on it.
Chloe: I'd call Oliver Queen a lot of things, but I never thought I'd call him a junkie.
Clark: Chloe, I don't think he's getting high.
Chloe: Come on, Clark. You of all people should know that everyone has their secrets. Besides, it's not that much of a stretch to think that a jet-setting billionaire might have a little habit to hide.
Clark: Can you just get it checked out? We'll know for sure.
Chloe: I'll text my bio-chem buddy at Met U. Hopefully he hasn't left for Thanksgiving already.
Clark: Hey, that Green Arrow story ... that victim actually see him get sh*t?
Chloe: No. But the people that own the car did come forward and say that he saved them from a carjacking that night. He hasn't been spotted since.
[ Chloe spots Lana coming into the Planet for their lunch date and rushes Clark to the elevator door. ]
Chloe: Um, so I'm just gonna get this syringe to my chemist. Why don't you head out, and I will get ahold of you as soon as I find anything?
Clark: Are you trying to get rid of me?
Chloe: No! Why would I want to do that?
Clark: Lana.
Lana: Hi.
Chloe: Us girls were just gonna get some lunch.
Clark: That's great. Uh, have a good time.
[ Elevator door opens, closes. ]
Chloe: Well, that wasn't awkward at all. I tried to keep the heavenly bodies from colliding, but there's only so much I can do.
Lana: I want you to check something out for me before we go.
Chloe: Yeah, okay. My Google is your Google. What do you need?
Lana: I'm curious about this halfway house that Luthorcorp Foundation supports. I offered to get involved, but Lex won't let me anywhere near it. He says it isn't safe.
Chloe: Well, most halfway houses aren't exactly amusement parks, Lana.
Lana: I don't think that's it. Lex swears that he's honest with me, but lately he's ... he's been a little secretive. I don't know. Maybe I'm reading into it.
Chloe: No, I think you're just being cautious, which is smart. Don't worry. We'll figure things out.
[ As she says this, Chloe notices Lana start to fade on her, finally fainting to the floor. ]
Chloe: Are you all right? Lana! Lana? Are you okay?
Lana: What happened?
Chloe: Well, from where I was sitting, it looked like you fainted. Let's get you to a doctor.
Lana: No. It's okay. Can we keep my little siesta between us? I really wouldn't want anyone to worry.
Chloe: Well, it's a little late for that, but yeah. Okay.
[ Oliver is in his apartment, watching the video of the night he was sh*t. After he watches it a last time, he dons the Green Arrow suit and prepares to go out, grabbing several of the RL65 vials from a drawer. As he does, Lois walks into the apartment, unseen to Oliver. She recognizes the Green Arrow suit and sneaks up on him from behind. She grabs a large dumbell from the weight rack and slams it into Oliver/Green Arrow's shoulder. He recoils, then lashes out at her, throwing her onto the glass table and shattering it. Oliver realizes what he's done and tries to go to her, but she warns him to stay away. ] ]
Green Arrow: I didn't, uh ...
Lois: Get away from me or I swear to god I'll rip your green head off. I'm calling the cops! See? 911.
[ As he turns to leave, Oliver looks back at Lois as she lies on the ground in terrible pain, then leaves through the back door onto the balcony. ]
Lois: [ Gasping ] Hello?
Operator: 911.
Lois: I need an ambulance. Hurry ...
Doctor: Have you ever fainted before?
Lana: Three times, all in the last month.
Doctor: And these headaches you've been having, would you describe the pain as sharp or dull?
Lana: Sharp, like a Kn*fe. And it's getting worse. I have tried all of the over-the-counter pain relievers, but none of them work. They're just migraines, right?
Doctor: Just a few more tests, we'll have a clearer picture.
[ Lionel is sitting at his desk, looking over his notebook filled with Kryptonian symbols as Martha arrives at his door. ]
Lionel: Martha. [ Chuckling ] I'm so glad you came here. I haven't been able to stop thinking about ... about what happened. I ... I wanted to apologize for ...
Martha: I didn't come here for an apology, Lionel. You did nothing wrong.
Lionel: I did. I had no right to presume that I could ...
Martha: Lionel, look. There's something between us. What it is, I don't think either of us knows, but I do know I'm not ready to find out. Not yet.
Lionel: I understand.
Martha: I don't think you do understand. I value our relationship. I really want you to be with me for Thanksgiving.
Lionel: Well, then, of course I will be there.
[ Door opens ]
Clark: Lois, what happened?
Lois: Well, lucky for me, I walked in on Green Arrow pulling a reverse Santa Claus on Oliver's apartment.
Clark: The Green Arrow did this to you?
Lois: I guess it was only a matter of time before he hit up the new billionaire in town. Luckily, I was able to get in a few solid licks of my own. He'll be nursing a couple broken ribs, for sure.
Clark: Have you talked to Oliver yet? Has he visited you here in the hospital?
Lois: No. I tried him on all his numbers, and he was nowhere to be found. Clark, I'm nervous. Either he's on some kind of crazy drug bender or Green Arrow has gotten to him.
Clark: Lois, don't worry. I promise I'll do everything I can to track him down.
Lois: Yeah. That'll be a big help. Look, I'll just call Chloe.
[ Green Arrow surprises the thug that sh*t him on the rooftop of a building, late at night. ]
Green Arrow: I'll take that.
Thug: I put a b*llet in your chest.
Green Arrow: And now you're gonna pay for it.
Thug: I don't think so.
[ Green Arrow threatens the thug with a crossbow, but the thug takes a swan dive off the side of the building. Green Arrow looks over the side to see the thug lying on the ground, but quickly rising to get up. ]
[ Siren wails ]
Green Arrow: Hey, buddy. How did you survive that fall?!
Thug: Yoga. Now, let go of me!
Green Arrow: Tell me how you were able to heal or I'm calling the cops!
Thug: You'll call anyway.
Green Arrow: You may be able to heal, but that doesn't mean you don't feel pain!
[ Coughing ]
[ Grunts ]
Thug: Let go!
Green Arrow: You start talking!
Thug: There's this doctor comes to the halfway house. We get these sh*ts they say are vitamins. That's some kind of vitamin, huh?
Green Arrow: What's the doctor's name?!
Thug: How am I supposed to know?!
Green Arrow: What does he look like?!
Thug: It's not a he. She's a chick.
[ Lex enters the lab where Dr. Black is manufacturing the RL65 just as she is systematically destroying vials of the serum. ]
Lex: Waste not, want not. What happened, doctor? Bad batch?
Dr. Black: The project's shut down.
Lex: Look, I might have come into this game a little late, but I'm paying you a lot more than Queen. He isn't shutting down anything.
Dr. Black: You're right. I am. And I could care less about your petty rivalry.
Lex: This has gone beyond one-upmanship, doctor. Your research is now a personal cause of mine.
Dr. Black: Find another cause. I won't be responsible for any more v*olence.
Lex: You should have thought about that when you took my money.
Dr. Black: I admit I was blinded by greed. But now that people are getting hurt, money means nothing to me. I'm going back to the drawing board. All existing RL65 is being destroyed.
Lex: I'm sorry, doctor. I can't let you do that.
Chloe: Hey, how's Lois?
Clark: Physically, she's fine, but she's looking for Oliver. I can't find him anywhere.
Chloe: Maybe this will help. My science geek analyzed the liquid in that syringe, and you're right. No one's gonna take it and go to a rave. It's a cutting-edge molecular modifier that has something to do with tissue regeneration?
Clark: So it has some sort of healing power.
Chloe: Conceivably. But according to my Einstein, it also packs a mean punch to a part of your brain called the amygdala, which triggers violent and aggressive behavior. Now, why in God's name would Oliver be injecting something like that?
Clark: I don't know. But we better find him before he does something he regrets. Who created the drug?
Chloe: A woman named Pamela Black is the only one doing that level of research. She's a professor at Princeton and has been taking a recent sabbatical to work with Queen Industries.
Clark: If she's supplying the dr*gs, then most likely Oliver is gonna show up for more.
[ Chloe and Clark arrive at the lab only to see it has been torn apart, with equipment and supplies strewn all over the place. They find Dr. Black lying on the ground in a pool of blood. ]
Clark: She's dead.
Chloe: And her place has been completely pillaged.
Clark: Look, dr*gs or no dr*gs, I can't believe Oliver would k*ll someone.
Chloe: I don't think it was Oliver, Clark. It was the Green Arrow. Looks like our green hero has made the leap from Robin Hood to cold-blooded k*ller. I just don't understand why a scientist was his target.
Clark: Chloe.
Chloe: Clark!
Clark: These folders are from a halfway house in Metropolis called Second Chance. This doctor, she was giving the kids there the same dr*gs Oliver was taking.
Chloe: Lex's foundation funds this halfway house.
Clark: Lex co-opted Oliver's scientist. Those two have been at each other since high school.
Chloe: And the Green Arrow got in the way. Ever the crusader for the underprivileged, he must have gotten wind of Dr. Black's secret experiments and taken care of her his own way.
Clark: If the Green Arrow found out that Luthorcorp was behind this, Lex could be the next target.
[ Lana is sitting alone in the study in front of the fireplace, looking distraught, as Clark enters. ]
Clark: I'm sorry. I'm looking for Lex.
Lana: Uh ... he's not here.
Clark: Are you okay? Lana, what is it?
Lana: It's nothing. I'm fine.
Clark: You don't look fine. You can talk to me. It's okay. It is.
Lana: Do you ever wish that you could go back in time and ... everything would be different?
Clark: All the time. What happened? What did ... what did Lex do?
Lana: He didn't do anything.
Clark: If you're in trouble, Lana, I can help.
Lana: Clark, this has nothing to do with you. Could you please just go?
[ Lex walks up the hallway at Luthorcorp headquarters with a body guard. ]
Bodyguard: The car is ready sir.
[ An arrow whistles and strikes the bodyguard, an electrical charge incapacitating him. ]
Green Arrow: Sorry, Luthor. Work's not over yet.
Lex: What is this?
Green Arrow: Sign on the dotted line, and all your assets will be divided among the 50 global charities listed below.
Lex: Would you mind telling me what I've done to deserve this?
Green Arrow: After your lofty support of the Second Chance Halfway House, I think it's a natural step. I went by to check out the facility , and after some gentle prodding, the director told me what you and Dr. Black were doing to the residents.
Lex: He was lying.
Green Arrow: So then I went to pay the good doctor a visit, and guess what? She's dead. I knew you weren't a saint, Luthor, but k*lling a woman to cover your tracks?
Lex: You're delusional.
Green Arrow: Sign it. What the hell are you doing?
[ Lex shakes the pen, pretending it won't write. ]
Lex: It's out of ink. [ As he says this, he reaches under the desk for a g*n ] Drop it!
Green Arrow: You first.
Lex: What do you think is faster, an arrow or a b*llet?
Green Arrow: There's only one way to find out.
[ They both fire simultaneously, the arrow and the b*llet grazing each other as they go by. Oliver falls heavily to the floor, hit badly. He reaches into a pocket for a vial of RL65 and injects himself just as Clark arrives. ]
Clark: Oliver! What have you done?
Oliver: He pulled a g*n, Clark. I had no choice.
Clark: Lex? Lex?
Oliver: Now let nature take its course.
Clark: Oliver, that's the dr*gs talking. It's not you.
Oliver: Hey, that drug is the best thing that ever happened to me, Clark. I'm not bulletproof like you, all right? I got to do whatever it takes. I need that drug.
Clark: Oliver, you're not a k*ller!
Oliver: No, but he is, Clark. You and I both know the world's a better place without Lex Luthor.
Clark: That's not for us to decide. Oliver ... where are the dr*gs?
Oliver: Lex ... he took it all. He took it all from the lab.
[ Clark forces open the briefcase Lex was carrying and pulls out a syringe of the serum. ]
Oliver: Let him die.
[ Oliver puts his hand on Clark's shoulder, but Clark lashes out at him, sending him flying against the opposite wall of the office. Clark injects the serum into Lex but he remains unresponsive. ]
Clark: You k*lled him. You k*lled him.
[ Lex starts to stir on the ground, then finally takes a labored breath. By the time he sits up, Clark and Oliver have left. ]
[ Elevator door opens ]
Clark: Who am I dealing with, Jekyll or Hyde?
Oliver: [ Chuckles ] Just plain old Oliver today, Clark.
Clark: You haven't broken any glasses. That's a good sign.
Oliver: Right.
Clark: What made you come to your senses?
Oliver: Actually, you did. This whole time, I just wanted to be like Clark Kent, you know? I wanted to, uh ... I wanted to have the ability to bring justice to the world without having to worry about getting k*lled in the process. And then something occurred to me, and I realized that, uh ... [Clears throat] Clark Kent would never take another man's life. I came within an inch of doing just that. I'm not even in your league.
Clark: Oliver, you do a lot of good in this world. You don't need to be indestructible to be a hero.
Oliver: Yeah. Well, you're right. You're right. Yeah. Um ... I should be thankful for who I am, right, and the abilities that I have. I know that.
Clark: Me too. Now, come on. You can't be alone on Thanksgiving. The bird's waiting.
Oliver: [ Chuckles ] Thanks, Clark. I appreciate the offer, but I can't. I ... look, Lois is gonna be there, and I'm pretty sure she doesn't even want to be in the same zip code as me.
Clark: Now that you're back on track, I'm sure Lois is gonna want you there. Trust me.
Oliver: Whoa. Trust you? What happened to all the lectures about guys with secret identities not being able to handle relationships?
Clark: The truth is, you and I are different. And Lois isn't Lana. If you two are meant to be together, then who am I to stand in the way?
[ Knock on door]
Chloe: Hey! Are you feeling any better?
Lana: Hanging in there.
Chloe: Make yourself comfortable. I did my due diligence on the Second Chances Halfway House, and I found ...
Lana: Chloe, um ... I'm not here to talk about the halfway house.
Chloe: Okay. But there's some stuff I think you should know about, Lana ... about Lex.
Lana: I don't want to hear anything more about Lex. I can't.
Chloe: What's going on? Lana, what happened? Hey, you know you can tell me anything.
Lana: Chloe ... I'm pregnant.
Chloe: Okay.
Lois: There.
Clark: Did you cook that on the barbecue?
Lois: It's a little crispy on the outside, but it's what's on the inside that counts.
Martha: I'm sure it's delicious. Clark, would you put the hotplate on the table, please?
Clark: Did you talk to Oliver today?
Lois: Don't go there, Smallville.
[ Doorbell rings ]
Clark: I think that's for you.
Lois: Hmm.
Chloe: Jimmy says hi from his mom's house, and ever the reporter, he sends news. I guess the Metropolis P.D. arrested Pamela Black's k*ller, and you were right. It wasn't the Green Arrow. It was some kid from the halfway house.
Clark: I'd bet anything that Lex is somehow behind this.
Chloe: Maybe. I doubt we'll be able to prove it, though.
Chloe: I guarantee you Lex's shredders are doing some serious overtime.
Clark: Does Lana know about this? It's just I went by the mansion the other day, and she was really upset about something. Is she all right?
Chloe: Yeah. Yeah. As far as I know. She's fine.
Lois: Oliver.
Oliver: Happy turkey day.
Lois: [ Sighs ] Where you been? I've been worried about you.
Oliver: Yeah. Um ... listen, that's all over now. I'm like a walking drug-free zone, honest.
Lois: So if I were to hug you right now, I wouldn't s*ab myself on any stray needles?
Oliver: Get over here. I'm so sorry I ever hurt you.
[ They gather around the dinner table as the dinner is served. ]
Clark: If I could have everyone's attention, please, um, I'd like to make a little announcement. Um ... our family has a tradition that goes back way before I was even born ... where everyone takes a moment to say what they're most thankful for in their lives. I would just like to say that I'm most thankful for my mom and dad ... whose faith in me taught me to have faith in myself. Thank you.
[ Applause ]
[ At the mansion, Lex and Lana are sitting down to a very formal Thanksgiving dinner, just the two of them with a small group of waiters serving up the food. ]
Lex: You haven't said a word all night. Is everything okay?
Lana: Everything's fine.
[ Lex raises a wine glass and Lana does in turn. ]
Lex: Happy Thanksgiving.
06x07 - Rage
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A young Clark Kent struggles to find his place in the world as he learns to harness his alien powers for good and deals with the typical troubles of teenage life in Smallville.
A young Clark Kent struggles to find his place in the world as he learns to harness his alien powers for good and deals with the typical troubles of teenage life in Smallville.