Undercover as police officers…

Roy: Look, it obviously starts with… “You have the right to remain silent…”

Jason: *whispering* “You have the right to an attorney.”

Roy [to thug]: You have the right to remain… an attorney.

Thug: Did you just say “You have the right to be an attorney”?

Roy: You do have the right to be an attorney if you want to.

Jason: *groans*

When “Number 2” ruins a mission…

Red Hood [to Arsenal]: I’m sure that we can handle this situation maturely, just like the responsible adults that we are.

Red Hood: Isn’t that right, Mr. Poopy Pants?

The Red Hood/Arsenal interrogation method…

Red Hood: Look at his face.

Arsenal: Look at my face.

Red Hood: Look at this face and listen to me.

Arsenal: Look at him and listen to me.

Red Hood: Look at me.

Arsenal: Look at me.

Red Hood: Look at him and understand me. Look at both of us, but understand no one. Listen to my words, and hear his face.

After Crux bares his teeth and growls menacingly at Red Hood…

Red Hood: Wow, that was really scary. And, if you don’t mind me saying, if that doesn’t work, your breath will certainly get the job done ‘cause you definitely need some Tic Tacs or something ’cause your breath stinks!

Downtime at the safe house…

Roy: *shines arrows*

Roy: Your farts aren’t manly.

Jason: *practice-aims a gun at a wall photo of Joker’s butt*

Jason: Are you serious?

Roy: They sound like a baby blowing out birthday candles.

Bromantic arguments be like…

Jason: This whole time I thought you were Samwise to my Frodo. But you’re just Boromir!

Roy: I don’t know who the freak that is!

Jason: “I don’t know who Boromir is.” That’s such a Boromir thing to say!

Not everyone’s as well-read as you, Jay.