I'm going to give you a present.

Did you know that Moby-Dick can be recited at a frequency so high that it becomes a sonic drill capable of carving through solid rock?

Call me Ishmael.

Some years ago, never mind how long precisely… - Stop.

You can escape any time you want.

I don't want.

I'm going to the chair fulfilled, knowing that I killed Superman.

Poisoned him with an overdose of the same solar rays that give him his powers.

You can't prove any of this.

It's the truth, Kent.