Stuff it!

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!