♪♪ -Good evening, Miss Lane. -[ Chuckles ] Superman, you scared me. Well, I hate to just drop in, but I know you're a reporter, and the world still has a lot of questions about me.
-Do you normally make personal visits to reporters' apartments? -No. But lately, I've felt it's important to have close relations with the press.
-Well, I. . .
did want an interview. -And I'm prepared to give you an exclusive. -Oh, I didn't know we were having guests.
That's awesome. Ha. -I'm so sorry.
This is my roommate, Glenn. -Ah. Glenn Béchamel.
And you must be the world-famous "Supermun. " -It's Superman. -"Supermun.
" -Superman. -"Supermun. " -You're saying it like it's a last name, like my name is "Pete Supermun.
" -Oh! Well, nice to meet you, Pete. Ha.
Ha ha. -I'm really sorry about her. Glenn's family owns the apartment, so the rent is, like, super cheap.
-Hey. Nice tights, by the way. Whoa!
I can almost see your peanut. Well, lucky for you, I'm deathly allergic. Otherwise, I would have bit that thing off, clean off.
Ha ha. -Wow, I hated that. -Glenn, could you give us a few?
-Yeah, sure. By the way, you look like Clark Kent. -[ Chuckles ] Roommates, right?
-[ Chuckles ] -Shall we get back to that interview? -What do the people of Metropolis want to know? -Is it true you can see through anything?
-Pretty much. -What color underwear am I wearing? -Oh, I could never.
-So he's shy. [ Whirring ] -Pink. -And what color is my underwear?
-I don't want to look. -Well. .
. if you won't say, I won't believe you've got magic eyes. -Fine.
It's yellowish-brown. -Wrong. They're white.
-No, they're not. -Oh, okay. Oh, hey, can you see my tickle bitties under my big, old T-shirt?
-What I can see are two very different-sized breasts. -Well, let me teach you how to read. 1A, 1B, and I can't wait to see your D.
-You thought that would teach me to read? Look, I should probably go. -No, no.
Please don't. -Oh. No, no.
No, don't. -The people of Metropolis want to know who you are, and I still have questions. -Okay.
For you, Lois. -Okay. Is it true that you're faster than a speeding bullet?
-Well, I really don't want to brag. . .
-I got a question. Trust fall. Well, you missed me.
I guess you're not that fast. -No, I-I chose not to catch you. [ Whooshing ] -Oh.
-Oh, no. No. My mortal nemesis!
-Son of Jor-El. . .
kneel before Zod. -How did you find me? -Well, well, well.
What do we have here? Oh! Look at this.
Another peanut. Ha. Almost enough to make a sandwich.
Ha. -You'll make a sandwich out of two peanuts? -Yeah, and I'll be the meat.
Huh. Ha. Ha.
-Uh, I'm gonna go. [ Whooshing ] -Huh. I mean, it's fine.
Can't have a three-way with four people anyhow. -Lois, do you want to get out of here? -I thought you'd never ask.
-[ Grunts ] Don't worry, girl. I got this. -What?
! -No, nothing. You're just heavier than I thought you'd be.
-Oh! I saw you lift a tank with your finger! -No, I can.
I just -- I think I was just hoping you'd be lighter. -Oh! Jerk!
[ Slap ] -Oh! And I just shattered my hands in 11 places. Great.
[ Stomping ] -Hey. Yeah. -It looks like it's just you and me, Glenn Béchamel.
-Yeah. -Should we go back to your room? -Well, lucky for you, I sleep out here.
Trust fall!
