Lois: What is all this?
Clark: Condolence gifts...for me.
Lois: (unwraps fudge) Homemade fudge?
Clark: A couple of women downstairs whipped it up.
Lois: Oh. I see. I eat crow, you eat fudge.
Clark: Honey, half of me gets fudge. The other half gets darts thrown at him.