Perry White: I want the name of this flying whatchamacallit to go with the Daily Planet like bacon and eggs, franks and beans, death and taxes, politics and corruption.
Superman: I'm here to fight for truth, justice and the American way.
Lex Luthor: We all have our little faults. Mine's in California.
Superman: Is that how a warped brain like yours gets its kicks? By plotting the deaths of innocent people?
Lex Luthor: By causing the deaths of innocent people.
1st Pilot: [After Superman helps the plane] What the hell happened? Did we get our engine back? What the hell's going on out there?
2nd Pilot: Fly. Don't look, just...fly. We got...something. I ain't saying what it is. Just...trust me.
Lex Luthor: It's kryptonite, Superman. Little souvenir from the old home town. I spared no expense to make you feel right at home.
Lex Luthor: Do you know why the number two hundred is so vitally descriptive to both you and me? It's your weight and my I.Q.
Clark Kent: Excuse me, Mr. White. I was wondering if, if, uh, perhaps you could arrange for half my salary to be sent to this address on a weekly basis.
Lois Lane: Your bookie, right?
Clark Kent: My what?
Lois Lane: Don't tell me: he sends a check every week to his sweet, grey-haired old mother.
Clark Kent: Actually, she's silver-haired.
Perry White: Lois, Clark Kent may seem like just a mild-mannered reporter, but listen, not only does he know how to treat his editor-in-chief with the proper respect, not only does he have a snappy, punchy prose style, but he is, in my forty years in this business, the fastest typist I've ever seen.
Superman: Easy, miss. I've got you.
Lois Lane: You've got me? Who's got you?
Lex Luthor: Some people can read War and Peace and come away thinking it's a simple adventure story. Others can read the ingredients on a chewing gum wrapper and unlock the secrets of the universe.
Clark Kent: All those things I can do. All those powers. And I couldn't even save him.
