Clark: I thought you said that telescopes were for geeks and stalkers.

Lois: Yeah, well, as was proven over the last few days, I can seriously misjudge people. You know, if you've come to kick me off the farm, I completely understand.

Clark: Yeah, um... actually, I came here to tell you we have food in the oven if you're hungry.

Lois: Thanks.

Clark: How are you holding up?

Lois: I just got off the phone with the general.

Clark: Oh, that was all the screaming I heard from the house.

Lois: Yeah, well, apparently, he is very disappointed in me for letting this happen, and as far as my family chain of command goes, I am the weakest link.

Clark: I'm sorry.

Lois: Don't be. You know, there's something cathartic about telling a three-star general to go to hell. Uh, you know, all these years, I thought I had my sister pegged, but in reality, she's a complete stranger to me.

Clark: Even if that were true, I think that if she called you tomorrow, you'd be there in a second to help her.

Lois: Yeah, I would. She's my sister.

Clark: I don't think Lucy's all that bad.

Lois: You're amazing, Smallville. You always look for the best in people, even when they walk all over you.

Clark: I guess that explains why we're friends.

Lois: Oh, we're friends now?

Clark: Well, I won't tell anyone if you don't.

Lucy: I hope you're thirsty.

Clark: What are you doing?

Lucy: Oh, I figured I would help out and get the morning milk. I spent last spring break on my friend's farm in the Swiss country side.

Clark: Well, you didn't really have to do that.

Lucy: I figured if I'm gonna stay, I have to pull my own weight.

Clark: Hey, uh, Lois, did you. Did you hear that?

Lois: I'm sorry, did you say something? Go get changed. I'm going to work.

Clark: Since when did you work?

Lois: Since today. I'm helping your mom out at the Talon. So Chloe is going to be your official Smallville tour guide, not that there's much to see.

Lucy: Oh, I don't know. So far it looks pretty good.

Lois: Don't let all that flirting go to your head. She goes to an all-girls school. You're probably the first guy she's talked to in a couple months.

Clark: Lois, I don't want you to get the wrong idea, but ever since Lucy came to town, you've been grumpier than normal. Are you not happy to see your sister?

Lois: Of course I am. Look, there's a thing with sisters. You can love them without really liking them.

Clark: You don't like your own sister?

Lois: More like she's not very crazy about me, not that I blame her.

Clark: Yeah, well, look, you might be a little rough around the edges, but as far as sisters go, Lucy could do a lot worse.

Lois: Um...thanks for the ringing endorsement. When my mother died, my dad had two girls he didn't know how to deal with, so he did what every good military leader would do -- he instituted a chain of command, and I reported to him...

Clark: And Lucy reported to you.

Lois: Yeah. It takes sibling rivalry to a whole new level. I had to make sure she had three square meals, got to school, did her homework...

Clark: You became her mother.

Lois: Yeah, except I was, not prepared. I used to give her advice like, uh, you know, don't kiss a boy, or you're gonna get pregnant. And, yeah, maybe she had a few more chores than most kids.

Clark: Is that why she decided to go to boarding school?

Lois: Oh, unlike your family, there was no discussion. When the General gives an order, you're expected to carry it out.

Clark: Whoa, sounds kind of harsh.

Lois: Trust me, Lucy got the better end of the deal. I mean, don't get me wrong, she totally deserves it. But I guess there was just a part of me that was always jealous she got out and I didn't. I gotta go to work. I hear your mother is a slave driver.