After arguing about whose turn it was to do the laundry at the safe house after an exhausting night of patrol…

Roy [to Jason]: You know, I would storm out of here right now!

Roy: … If I had some money or a place to go.

Collateral damage on the job…

Dick: You broke a little girl’s leg?

Tim: I know. It was an accident. I feel horrible, okay?

Jason: *mockingly picks up a newspaper and reads it* Says here a Muppet got whacked on Sesame Street last night. Where exactly were you around ten-ish?

Tennis at the Manor…

Tim: Just admit it, Jason, you have no backhand.

Jason: Excuse me, Little-er Wing, I have a very solid backhand.

Tim: Shielding your face and shrieking like a girl is not a backhand.

Jason: I was shrieking… like a warrior.


So, Jay… You can face bullets and explosives head-on, but not tennis balls?

Jason: Hey, so you’re planning a surprise birthday party for the old Bat? I think he’s onto you.

Dick: Yeah, so please, please, please don’t say anything to Bruce.

Jason: You want me to lie to him?

Dick: Is that a problem?

Jason: Nah.