I said I'd get you to run one of our papers yourself... and I meant it. Congratulations,...

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!