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When you’re strapped for cash…

Roy: What if we roll pennies and go to the dollar store?

Jason: That’s good, Roy. Get all the terrible ideas out of your system.

I’ve been thinking of getting a Twitter account.

For the sole purpose of telling Mr. Zack Snyder that his DC films, especially “Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice” (2016), still make me cry. That he’s a visionary of a storyteller. That his films are beautiful on the inside and out. That as a fellow fan of DC comics, I truly felt my superheroes come to life, and not in the “Oh, look, a superhero! Cool!” kind of way, but more of a “What if I’m not 100% okay with having this superhero around my family?” kind of way. That I want to thank him for taking such a bold risk, for the amount of thought he puts into every shot and hope that it’ll ignite a flame in whomever’s watching. That he belongs to a rare breed of director. And that I hope he and his family are healing.

That’s it. That’s all I’d want the Twitter account for. Tweet him, then delete the account. That’s. It.

Green: You’re like egg salad at a picnic, Bruce. Even when you look good, we know you’re going bad.

Have you not read “The Dark Knight Returns”, Hal? He still kicks some serious ass in his old age.

When Batman’s sons go apartment hunting…

Jason [to real estate agent]: I have so many questions for you. First of all, is this floor reinforced?

When your adoptive father asks you what he has to do to earn your forgiveness…

Red Hood: Look, Bruce, the least you can do is let me do anything I want.

Jason [to Titus]: Oh, you must be the little brat’s new dog. I just want to apologize in advance for the things I’m gonna blame on you.

If you value your second life at all, don’t. Just don’t, Jay.

Red Hood [about Batman]: He’s a hero all right. A hero sandwich full of bologna!

Mornings at the Manor…

Tim: *drinking his twelfth cup of coffee* If Jerry the Turkey didn’t belong in the oven, then why did he fit?

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In which Dick and Jason race to save their little brother’s beloved pet (lest the War of the Century begin in the Wayne household).

Damian: Todd, how low must the bar be for me to be able to say with some sincerity that I’m proud of you?

Roy: You’re dead inside? Don’t worry, it’ll get better, man.

Jason: Okay, you’ve literally forgotten the meaning of the word “literally”.

He is kinda right, though. You also literally got better, Jay.