Krypto Jones

“It is said that what is called 

The Spirit of an Age 

is something to which one cannot return. 

That This Spirit gradually dissipates 

is due to 

The World's coming to An End. 

In the same way, 

A Single Year 

does not have just 

Spring or Summer. 

A Single Day, too, 

is The Same. 

For this reason, 

although one would like 

To Change Today's World 

Back to The Spirit of 100 Years or more ago, 

it cannot be done. 

Thus it is Important 

To Make The Best 

out of Every Generation.

Kal-El : 

[Floating about in The Fortress of Solitude]  

You... enjoyed it.

Superman : 

I don't know what to say, Father. 

I'm afraid I just got carried away.

Kal-El : 

I anticipated this, My Son. 

I...

Superman : [surprised]  

You couldn't have! 

You couldn't have imagined...

Kal-El : 

...How good it felt.

[Jon nods] 

Kal-El : 

You are revealed to The World. 

Very well, so be it. 

But you must still keep 

Your Secret Identity.

Superman : 

But why?

Kal-El : 

The Reasons are Two :

First, you cannot serve humanity 

twenty-eight four hours a day.

Superman : 

Er, twenty-four.

Kal-El : 

Or, twenty-four, as it is in Earth time. 

Your help would be called for endlessly, 

even for those problems which human beings could solve themselves. 

It is Their Habit to abuse Their Resources in such a way.

Superman : 

And, secondly?

Kal-El :

 Secondly, 

Your Enemies will discover their only way to Hurt You : 

By Hurting The People You Care For.

Superman : 

Thank you, Father.

Kal-El : 

Lastly... 

Do not punish yourself for your feelings of Vanity. 

Simply learn to control them. 

It is an affliction common to all, 

even in The Silver Age. 

Our Destruction could have been avoided 

had it not been for The Vanity of some who considered us indestructible. 

Were it not for Vanity, why... 

at this very moment...

[sadly] 

I could embrace you in my arms. My Son.

Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :

Junior! Junior! 

Prof. Henry Jones Jr. :

Elsa… Elsa, don’t. 

Elsa… Elsa… 

Give me your other hand, honey. 

I can’t hold you! 

Elsa, 

The Austrian Nazi Chick :

I can reach it. 

I can reach it.

Prof. Henry Jones Jr. :

 Elsa, give me your hand.

 Give me your other hand! Elsa! 

Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :

Junior, give me your other hand! 

I can’t hold on. 

Prof. Henry Jones Jr. :

I can get it. 

I can almost reach it, Dad. 

Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :

Indiana… 

Indiana… 

Let it go. 

Prof. Henry Jones Jr. :

Dad… 

Please, Dad. 

Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :

Elsa never really believed in The Grail. 

She thought she’d found A Prize. 

Prof. Henry Jones Jr. :

What did you find, Dad? 

Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :

Me? Illumination.

 And what did you find, Junior? 

Prof. Henry Jones Jr. :

“Junior”? Dad… 

Sallah :

Please, what does it always mean, this… 

This “Junior”? 

Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :

That’s His Name : 

Henry Jones, Junior.

Indiana Jones Jr. :

 I like 'Indiana'. 

Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :

We named The Dog 'Indiana'! 

Marcus Brody :

May we go home now, please? 

Sallah :

The Dog?

 You are named after the dog? 

Indiana Jones :

(wounded)

I’ve got a lot of fond memories of that dog…

Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :

Ready? 

Indiana Jones :

Ready. 

Marcus Brody :

Indy! Henry! Follow me.

 I know the way! Ha! 

Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :

Got lost in his own museum, huh?

Indiana Jones :

 Uh-huh. 

Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :

After you, Junior. 

Indiana Jones :

Yes, sir! Ha!