I'm not the one behind Ruin. In fact, I came here to do a little research on the person who is. See what they know at the Daily Planet. I used to know a reporter who could do that sort of research, but he was demoted. I wonder who made that happen?
One day, very soon now, you're going to die, Superman. You're going to be destroyed. And you'll know who's doing it. Everyone in Metropolis will know. But no one will ever be able to prove it. I'll not be arrested, Superman. Not ever again. Remember, Superman, you're a dead man. It's just a question of how soon!
The No Man's Land is an embarrassment, a betrayal of the fundamental precepts of this country! To deny citizenship, existence, even, to our own people is criminal. LexCorp says enough is enough! We have committed ourselves to rebuildingGotham City! Starting today...starting now.
This isn't the end, Superman. I'll build another building. Do you hear me? On this very site. A building that everyone will know is mine. Whether on the ground or looking down from the air... they'll know that building... and the city it's in... belongs to Lex Luthor!
Does it botheryou... bother you at all, really... that Batman likes Catwoman better? HAHAHAHAHAHA He'll never love you, sweetheart! You can keep screwing with his city, but he's never gonna take you to the prom!
So today, thanks to the audacious and uncompromising architectural vision of Miles Van Vliet... and the wisdom of planetary harmonics carried to us from the orient by Feng Shui master six true words... I, Lex Luthor do hereby give notice that I will build a monument befitting the indomitable human spirit... To serve as a lasting testament to the inherit greatness of mortal men and women. It will be a modern wonder to rival the pyramids... And it will stand here, in the very heart of the most magnificent city the world has ever known...
I'm the only sane inmate of Asylum Earth. I'm not eager to hand tomorrow over to an interplanetary extremist with laser eyes. There's only room on this world for one leader, Superman. When I'm finished with you, every last gibbon out there will know you for the menace you are... and they'll realize that Lex Luthor is their savior.
I wonder what my young friend Clark would think of me now... Flying a stolen Lear Jet across the Alaskan Tundra... so I could Kill the one man on earth that I hated more than the Alien... or so that he could kill me.
I've studied him for years. I know more about the alien than anyone on Earth. Kryptonite and magic will hurt him -- but that's not what will destroy him. It never will be. You have to reach deeper. You have to find something he loves. Or create something he will love. He loves his boy. And when his boy turns against the Justice League's children, when Superman buries those coffins... well, that... that will kill him.
You've made a mistake, Superman. A big mistake. A potentially fatal mistake. I run this town, Superman. Metropolis belongs to me. The people are mine, to nurture, or destroy, as I see fit. And they've forgotten that. They've looked at you, with your costume, and your flashy super-human powers... and they've forgotten who their master is. Who is number one! And I intend to remind them, Superman. I'm going to show them you're nothing, Superman. A card-board cut-out. One day, very soon now, you're going to die, Superman. You're going to be destroyed and you'll know who's doing it. Everyone in Metropolis will know. But no one will ever be able to prove it. I'll not be arrested, Superman. Not ever again. Remember, Superman. You're a dead man. It's just a question of how soon!