Roy [describing Jason to Kori]: He is so strong, but so gentle. He’s like an enormous, muscular Ellen DeGeneres.
Roy [describing Jason to Kori]: He is so strong, but so gentle. He’s like an enormous, muscular Ellen DeGeneres.
The early days of Red Hood and the Outlaws…
Roy: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your safe house.
Jason: You people already know too much about me.
Roy: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.
Babysitting Lian while Roy’s on patrol…
Jason [to himself]: I’m a man with man-hands and a man-brain.
Jason: I should be able to put together a doll house in less than four hours!
Roy: You know what they say, “Fool me once, strike one. But fool me twice? Strike three!“
Jason: You wanna hear a lie?
Roy: What?
Jason: I… think you’re great. *shrugs* You’re my best friend.
Roy giving Tim pointers on girls…
Roy: Number 8. Learn how to take off a woman’s bra:
Roy: You just twist your hand until something breaks.
Jason: *exasperated groan*
Undercover mission at a restaurant…
Jason: Let’s go Ti – Thomas, c’mon! Chop, chop.
Tim: You’re the one who dropped it! Why do I have to clean it up?
Jason: Because you’re the garçon de cuisine, which means kitchen boy, whereas I am the sous chef, which means shut your face and mop up the damn yogurt.
Tim: And why do you get to be sous chef?
* Flashback to Jason and Roy eating out in France while staking out a tech criminal during their Red Hood/Arsenal days *
Jason: Because I have fine dining experience!
Arsenal: Do you ever think maybe we’re kinda not always a hundred percent of the time doing the right thing?
Red Hood: Do you ever shut up and give that man-bear twenty-five grand so you and I can split the other seventy?
Negotiating their release from Nanda Parbat…
Red Hood: We gotta get that phone, or something, I don’t know! But I don’t want Bruce talking to Ra’s!
Arsenal: Why not? He’s been coming to your rescue since you were in green spandex briefs!
When a mission goes awry and your best friend tries to explain what happened…
Red Hood: So, guess what I’m in.
Arsenal: … No mood?
Red Hood: Winner winner, chicken dinner.