Tag: source: the simpsons

When you’re all of a sudden sentimental during a family barbecue…

Dick: *stares at the Manor’s facade while grilling*

Dick: Someday, when I’m old and wrinkly, perhaps I’ll go back and look fondly at this house.

Jason: *sips beer* Well, stop in and say hi to me because I’ll still be here chilling in my basement bachelor pad.

Tim: *tosses a frisbee back to Damian* Make sure to water my backyard grave.

Jason: As long as I can dig you up and stick you on the front porch every Halloween.

Tim: Just don’t dress me up as a woman.

Jason: We’ll see.

After watching a Batfamily home video clip of a half-asleep, coffee stain-covered Tim tumbling down the Manor stairs…

Damian: *smirks* They’re going to eat this up at Show and Tell.

Dick: Dames, I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with the idea of your classmates laughing at our family’s private moments. How would you like it if, twenty years from now, people were laughing at things you did?

Damian: Not likely. Come on, have a sense of humor about yourself, Grayson.

Damian: *watches a clip of himself on the toilet angrily yelling “I’m a big boy, Todd!” while Jason runs away howling in laughter behind a shaky camera*

Damian: -Tt- I gotta find something else quick.

After hearing about how well their teenaged brother’s been running a multibillion-dollar business empire…

Jason: Wow. Timmy, a CEO. I feel so full of… What’s the opposite of shame?

Dick: Pride?

Jason: No, not that far from shame.

Dick: Less shame?

Jason: Yeah.

Old, old, old and still as stubborn as ever…

Dick: Bruce, you shouldn’t wear glasses that weren’t prescribed for you.

Bruce: Dick, just because you’re ten feet tall, it doesn’t mean you can tell me what to do.

Tim: I’m Tim.

Dick: Gimme those!

Justifying why Tim’s hanging upside down, fast asleep, from the Batcave ceiling….

Jason: Bruce, try to understand. There are two kinds of Robins: jocks and nerds. As a jock, it is my duty to give nerds a hard time.

You sure Tim’s the only “nerd”, Jay?

Why you think twice before trolling the World’s (Second) Greatest Detective…

Tim: What have you done with my report?

Jason: I’ve hidden it. To find it, you’ll need to decipher a series of clues, each more fiendish than –

Tim: Got it!

Jason: D’oh!

Trying to make up for lost time with your bitter back-from-the-dead son be like…

Bruce: Remember when I used to push you on the swing?

Jason: I was faking it.

Bruce: Hn. Liar.

Jason: Oh, yeah? Remember this? “Higher, Bruce! Higher! Whee! Whee! Push harder, Bruce!”