lostboyqueen:

Martha: go find yourself a nice girl in that big city

Clark: I will, Ma

*walks into the Planet on his first day and immediately sees an indignant brunette screaming into her line-in phone, which is tangled around her from impatient pacing (“-now you listen to me, buster! …hello?”). the woman is hung up on and and shouts to no one in particular, “CRIMINY, if you want something done you have to do it yourself.” the woman storms past him as if he’s furniture*

also Clark: