Clark: Not bad. The usual tricks - Kryptonite, robots, yadda yadda yadda. Actually, it was particularly easy this time, because of you.
Selina: Me?
Clark: Yes, he was... well, he was still chuckling over our... phone conversation, and he wasn't really concentrating, I suppose.
Selina: Oh, that. Right. *twines around him in a conciliatory manner* Clark... darling... sweety... I DO love you. Really truly honestly. Cross my heart and swear to pretend to die.
Clark: *blinking* 'To PRETEND to die'? I've never heard that one before.
Selina: Just a turn of phrase. The Joker used it a lot.
Clark: *sourly* DID he now.
Selina: Oh, honey, don't start that again. Look, let's put the cards on the table. YES, I dated Lex Luthor. YES, I'm not always being completely and absolutely truthful with you when you ask me if I really have completely and totally given up my life of crime. YES, I used to hang around with the Joker on occasion - although trust me, the man's a pig - and I volunteered to pop out of the cake once at one of those bachelor parties the Penguin used to throw at the Iceberg Lounge...
Clark: You WHAT?!
Selina: *winces* You hadn't heard of that?
Clark: NO, I hadn't... I... Ye Gods!
Selina: I thought everyone had... Oh, never mind. Darling, the point is that you KNEW all these things when you married me.
Clark: Not that last one. Or about Lex.
Selina: Yes yes, all RIGHT, but the point is... Clark, I am who I am, and let's face it, I'm not going to change anytime soon, but I really and honestly do love you. All right? *smooches him* You're my great big charming farmboy, and I would never - EVER - rob you, or hurt you in any way.
Clark: Really?
Selina: Yes, really.
Clark: Oh, Selina - I KNOW that, really I do, and I love you, too, it's just...
Selina: Out with it, lambchop. Cards on the table, remember?
Clark: Well, it's just... I mean... I'm not too COMFORTABLE with the fact that I'm, well, Metropolis's protector against the forces of evil, and you're, well...
Selina: Not always entirely honest and above-board?
Clark: *nods*
Selina: You could always try taking up a life of crime...
Clark: NO!
Selina: Kidding, kidding! *rubs up against him* Look, loverboy, would it help soothe your conscience if you knew that none of the things that I... acquire are from anywhere near Metropolis?
Clark: Really? I didn't know... I mean...
Selina: Really. That stack of *cough* ice in the refrigerator there was actually taken from a museum in Myanmar.
Clark: *covers his ears* DON'T TELL ME THOSE THINGS! I mean, I swear to gosh, Selina, I really am going to have to take you to prison if you tell me stuff like that.
Selina: OK, OK, sorry. But does it help now that you know that?
Clark: *grudgingly* I... suppose... A bit, anyway...
Selina: Good. Now, then, what about dinner? I made your favorite...
Clark: Sounds good. I... *studies his shoes*
Selina: *sighs* Yes?
Clark: Just, uh, one more thing...
Selina: Yeeeeees?
Clark: *wrestles with his curiosity* What flavor of cake?
(Selina starts to laugh, freeze-frame on her face)