Jason: Losers walk.
Roy: Oh, yeah? Losers talk.
Jason: No, no, no. Actually, losers rhyme.
Jason: Losers walk.
Roy: Oh, yeah? Losers talk.
Jason: No, no, no. Actually, losers rhyme.
Touchy trash talk…
Damian: Prepare to feel very displeased with yourself, Todd.
Jason: Oh, yeah? Well, I’ve been prepared for that my entire life.
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.
Flipping your safe house be like…
Roy: Oops! Sorry, Jaybird. Did I get ya?
Jason: No, you didn’t get me, Roy. It’s an electric drill. You get me, you kill me!
Hanging out at Red Hood’s ultra-pristine safe house be like…
Dick: *stretching out on the couch*
Tim: *tries to grab remote control*
Damian: *slaps Tim’s hand away*
Jason: *walks into room carrying a tray of chips and soda cans*
Jason: Feet. On. The. Floor. Or come over no more.
Feet: *on the floor in a second flat*
Batman [to Robin]: Face your fear. You have a fear of heights, you go to the top of the building. You’re afraid of bugs, get a bug.
Relax, Bruce. He’s, like, a kid.
Jason [to Dick]: Where ya headin’ in those pants? 1982?
Cut him some slack, Jay. (Or, literally. Cut him some new slacks.)
“How to Get Your Nosy Girlfriend to Leave You Alone” by the Robins…
Dick: Pretend like you just woke up, okay? That will throw her off. Be sleepy.
Jason: And grumpy.
Tim: Stop naming dwarves!
Tim: I think that if you really like this girl, you should just trust her.
Dick: Thanks, Tim.
Jason: Or you could follow her and see where she goes.
Tim: Oh, that’s what I would do. Forget mine.
We expect nothing less from you boys. You are Batman’s sons after all.
Tim: Okay, well, Steph said “Hi, do I look fat today?” So I looked at her –
Dick: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You looked at her? You never look. You just answer. It’s like a reflex. Do I look fat? No! Is she prettier than I am? No! Does size matter? No!