When you’re your best friend’s keeper (just not a particularly good one, at that)…

Jason [about Roy]: He’s got them stashed all over the safe house like an alcoholic! I found one in the bookcase, right behind my vodka.

Asking your brother to be one of the Best Men at your wedding be like…

Jason [to Dick/Tim/Damian]: So, I get to put on a suit and talk about how great you are? I was hoping to avoid that until your funeral.


Assuming Tim and Damian ever reach adulthood in the mainstream DC continuity, that is.

When you’re your best friend’s keeper…

Jason: *enters the safe house and accidentally steps on some beer cans on the floor*

Jason: Are you drinking?

Roy: Just the occasional glass with dinner.

Jason: Huh. And how many dinners have you had today?

Roy: Three. So far.

Outside Black Mask’s warehouse full of fuel tanks…

Red Hood: *lights up a match*

Red Robin: Jason, if you do what I think you’re going to do, I swear I will never speak to you again.

Red Hood: Really? Then, by all means, tell me exactly what you think I’m going to do.

Dick: You eat a lot of fish. Aren’t you worried about mercury?

Jason: Dick, on the list of things I expect to kill me, mercury poisoning ranks well below liver failure, getting struck by lightning, and being murdered by a clown (again). Guess which one I’m rooting for?