[Lex switches on the remote door, pushing the police officer into the subway train's path killing him]
Miss Teschmacher:
Sick. You're really sick.
Lex Luthor:
Sick, Miss Teschmacher? Sick, when I'm mere days from executing the crime of the century? No, no, no, no. Step away from that, please. How do you choose to congratulate the greatest criminal mind of our time? Huh? Huh? You tell me than I'm brilliant? Oh, no, no, that would be too obvious, I grant you. Charismatic. Fiendishly gifted, uh...
Miss Teschmacher:
Try "twisted."
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