In the middle of a gunfight with Black Mask’s men…

Arsenal: You’ve got time to make phone calls now?? Who the heck was that?

Red Hood: Just a girl. On again, off again, jail again. Long story we don’t have time for.

“Safe house hunting” for you and your best friend…

Realtor [about Jason]: Don’t worry. A lot of men don’t really focus until it is time to negotiate.

Roy: Well, that man doesn’t focus unless an international conspiracy is threating to ruin his life.

After hearing that Jason found a new safe house roommate…

Roy: You know, I’m a little hurt, Jaybird. You never spruced the place up when I was here.

Jason: That’s because he’s a paying renter, Roy. Not someone who detonates explosives in the solarium.

Leaving a message on your best friend’s voicemail be like…

Jason [to Roy]: I know I was a jerk the other night…

Jason: Which I am fully ready to blame on alcohol or global warming or my allergy to neon.  

Roy: *reading a stinky and soggy instruction manual*

30 minutes ago… 

Jason: Why are the instructions in the trash can?

Roy: Because I don’t think I need instructions to put together a little girl’s bed.