Martha Kent: That was Lana. Third time tonight, Clark. Won't you talk to her?
Teenage Clark Kent: Oh, what can I say, Ma? I don't even know how it happened. Suddenly, I was running faster than I've ever run in my life. I ripped the camper apart like it was cardboard. And the fire never touched me. I've always felt I was different, even before you and Pa told me I was adopted, but how is it possible to do these things?
Jonathan Kent: I think it's time, Martha.
[cut to them leading Clark into the barn]
Jonathan Kent: [opening a crate] We never showed you this, son. I guess we didn't know how to explain it. Still don't.
[Clark sees his Kryptonian ship]
Jonathan Kent: You know how some babies are found in baskets? Well, this is how we found you.
Teenage Clark Kent: You're kidding, right?
[seeing their looks]
Teenage Clark Kent: You're not. So... where did I come from?
Martha Kent: We don't know. There wasn't much inside. Just some blankets and... this.
Jonathan Kent: [showing him a metal box] Never could get the darn thing open. Maybe you've got the magic touch.