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.  

Dancing with your “fiancé” at a Wayne Enterprises gala be like…

Tam: I think your hand is supposed to be on my hip.

Tim: Right. Apparently I learned the girls’ part of this dance. Would you mind leading?