Clark and Lana are sitting on top of a water tower.
Clark: Lana, do you know I write poetry?
Lana: No.
Clark: (clears his voice) Roses are red violets are blue. I row a boat. Canoe, canoe.
Lana: (tears up) That was beautiful, Clark and funny.
Clark and Lana stare into each others eyes.
Lana: I've noticed something about you that I can't believe I didn't notice until now.
Clark begins to worry.
Lana: You use the same shampoo as my puppy. (Clark sighs in relief) Cherry mint right?
Clark: I smell like a dog?
Lana: Depends on if you use deodorant.
Clark: Lana, I have an important question to ask you.
Lana: I know the question.
Clark: You do?
Lana: Yes and my answer is yes.
Clark: So you'll marry me!?!
Lana: Yes…wait, no! I mean…I have to think about it…when did we stop talking about hygiene?
Clark: So will you marry me?
Lana: Yes, but I did something with Lex…
Clark: Noooo!
Lana: I know Clark but he wanted hair. (adjusts her hair piece)
Clark: Oh ok…
Clark and Lana start talking about the wedding.
4 weeks later…
Clark is at the alter with Lana…
Martha: (sob) My baby's getting married.
Jonathan: Why does it have to cost so much?!?
Martha and Jonathan break out and start to cry.
Preacher: Do you, Clark, take this smokin' hot woman… (Clark gently kicks the preacher's shin) Ow…oh yeah uh…to be your wife?
Clark: Yes.
Preacher: And do you, Lana, take this jerk to be your husband?
Dead silence…
Lana: I…I…I…can't have a poor farm boy for a husband. I'm goin' with the money!
Lex, sitting in one of the pews with long silky black hair, jumps up with glee.
The End