Kent Farm. The ancient frat boy is claiming that Clark hurt him, and says he wants (wait for it)... One MEELLION dollars! Clark can't believe it. He's looking at court papers. The sheriff had said the guy only had cuts and bruises, but now the guy is claiming severe neck injury, according to Bo. Well, he did get thrown thirty feet onto a car windshield. I mean, damn, Clark. Do the power, face the shower. MamaKent is here too, and she fills in more exposition: the frat guy hired the best personal-injury attorney in the state. Clark is annoyed. He wonders if this is where his conquering of the human race begins. It's not quite as poignant in this episode when Bo comes to comfort Clark. Bo says he got into a lot of fights when he was young. Hell, there was Boss Hogg, and Rosco P. Coltrane, and Cletus Hogg to deal with. Bo gets the theme of the episode across: there are consequences to Clark's actions. Good lesson to learn forty episodes into the run of the show. MamaKent reiterates the point about making split-second decisions that will last a lifetime. Bo says that we are a flawed race, but that we're a flawed race who raised Clark. "Aw, shit," Clark thinks, bitterly. Bo says that Clark is a lot more human than he thinks. I mean, would an alien wear that shirt?
It's nighttime outside Smallville Medical Center. A car is wheezing, trying to start. It's Dr. Dropkick, and she's got auto troubles. She speed-dials with her cell phone. Hey, I think she has my phone! She tells Lex on the phone that the car still won't start. She asks how far away he is. We don't hear his voice on the other end, but he assures her that he's nearby. Dropkick leans back in her seat. "You always had the worst luck with cars!" Tall Paul says, suddenly appearing at her driver's-side window. And he looks crazy! Dropkick gets out of the car and asks what he's doing there. He says it must be kismet. He forgot his phone and came back to get it. Ahh, a leave-behind. He offers her a ride home. "Lex is on his way," she says. He insists. "Same old [Dropkick]," he says. "Never wanted my help." Psy-cho! He says it must be different with Lex. "Yes. It is," Dropkick says sharply.