Getting an exclusive between the sheets...

Lois: Looks like someone woke up
on the right side of the bed this morning.

Chloe: At least l woke up in my own bed.

Lois: What's that supposed to mean?
l told you, l was working on a story.

Chloe: A story about a reporter and her editor
getting an exclusive between the sheets? Making love?

Lois: Look, Chloe--

Chloe: l know you're impulsive, Lo, but come on.

Lois: lt wasn't impulse. (Temporary crush?) lt's not like l did
a double gainer off a cliff. Jump into a precipice?

Chloe: Don't be surprised
if you pancake (colapse?) faster than you think

l mean, of all the people in the world, you had to end up with your editor?

Lois: Okay, so l strayed into the minefield
of misguided romance again but l swear, Chloe, it had nothing to do
with me getting the job or getting ahead. You don't believe me, do you?

Chloe: I do believe you. The problem is will anyone else, Lois?
Gossip spreads faster than a bad rash.
Sooner or later, people are gonna start scratching. Assuming one thing:
Lois Lane jump-started her career
on her managing editor's DieHard battery. Gluttony for love?

Lois: Let them think what they want. l am not gonna let water-cooler
chitchat (Gossips?) splash cold water on my previously nonexistent
personal life. Make her to be with rigged past?