We've known each other many years, Mr. Zod, but this is the first time you came to me for counsel, for help. I can't remember the last time that you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee, even though my wife is Supermother to your only child. But let's be frank here: you never wanted my friendship. And uh, you were afraid to be in my debt. I understand. You found paradise in Krypton, had a good trade, made a good living. The police protected you; and there were courts of law. And you didn't need a friend of me. But uh, now you come to me and you say -- "Jor-El give me justice." -- But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Superfather. Instead, you come into my science lab on the day my daughter is to be married, and you uh ask me to do murder, for crystal things. What have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? Had you come to me in friendship, then this scum that ruined your daughter would be suffering this very day. And that by chance if an honest man such as yourself should make enemies, then they would become my enemies. And then they would fear you. Some day, and that day may never come, I'll call upon you to do a service for me. But uh, until that day Mr. Zod -- accept this justice as a gift on my daughter's wedding day.
