David Warfield:
I said I'd get you to run one of our papers yourself... and I meant it.
[Shows the office door of "Lacy Warfield, Publisher"]
David Warfield:
Congratulations, Miss Publisher.
Lacy Warfield:
Thank you, daddy, that was very nice.
David Warfield:
Step into your office.
Lacy Warfield:
Where'd this come from?
David Warfield:
Oh, that somebody brought it in. We bought it cheap.
[Lois has arrived and she is confronting Mr. Warfield and Lacy]
Lois Lane:
Okay... This time you have both gone too far. You can print this stupid rag without Lois Lane.
[Lois slams the newspaper at Mr. Warfield. But turn back is the red cape of Superman hold by Lacy]
Lois Lane:
And you certainly have no right to this.
[Lois storms out of the office and leaves]
Lacy Warfield:
Lois, I'm sorry.
David Warfield:
Oh, let her go, darling. I mean she's useless. And while you're at it, fire that Clark Kent. He hasn't been around. He hasn't even telephoned.
Lacy Warfield:
I know, I'm worried about him.
David Warfield:
Oh, kitten... didn't we have our little talk about personal involvement with the help? Now that you're the publisher...
Lacy Warfield:
Daddy.
David Warfield:
Yes, darling.
Lacy Warfield:
Stuff it!
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