- He's certainly taller than I thought.
I love that he can see through anything.
I'd have fun with that.
Anything but lead.
- I bet he's...
- 225 pounds...
...faster than a speeding bullet...
...draws his power from the sun,
invulnerable to anything but kryptonite...
...and he never lies.
Radioactive pieces of his home world.
It's deadly. To him.
Lois, how tall would you say Clark is?
About 6'3", 6'4".
About 200, 215 pounds?
Jimmy, Jason, let's go get these intrepid
reporters something to keep them going.
- Come here, canhead.
We're going this way. Do they have
anything other than burritos?
I think they have fries and burgers.
So have you found a place to live yet?
No. I'm still looking.
You know, Lois, I wanted to ask you
about that artic...
Hey, I'm gonna run downstairs
for some fresh air. Great!
- Let's talk when I get back.
You know, you really
shouldn't smoke, Miss Lane.
- Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you.
- I'm fine. Really.
I just wasn't expecting you.
With all the press on the plane...
...I wasn't sure it was
the best time for us to talk.
Well, there's no press around now.
Except for me, of course.
I know people are asking questions
now that I'm back.
I think it's only fair
that I answer those people.
So you're here for an interview?
- Where did I put that thing?
- Right pocket.
Let's start with the big question.
- Where'd you go?
- To Krypton.
But you told me it was destroyed.
But when astronomers
thought they found it...
...I had to see for myself.
Well, you're back, and everyone
seems to be pretty happy about it.
- I read the article, Lois.
- So did a lot of people.
- Tomorrow they're giving me the Pulitzer...
- Why did you write it?
How could you leave us like that?
I moved on. So did the rest of us.
That's why I wrote it.
The world doesn't need a savior.
And neither do I.
Will you come with me?