This is Lex Luthor. Only one thing alive with less than four legs can hear this frequency, Superman, and that's you.
It's kryptonite, Superman. Little souvenir from the old home town. I spared no expense to make you feel right at home.
[swimming in the pool, listening to news broadcasts about Superman]Miss Teschmacher! Turn it off.[lying by the sunlamps] Lex, what's the story on this guy? Do you think it's the genuine article?[Lex gets out of the pool, and stops at the top step. Otis starts helping Lex on with the robe as the bottom of it proceeds to get soaked] Passing through? Not on your life. Which I would gladly sacrifice, by the way, for the opportunity of destroying everything that he represents. And, Otis, by the way, next time put my robe on *after* I'm out of the pool.