When you start living alone and haven’t got time to shop for groceries…
Tim: Dear frozen yogurt: you are the celery of desserts. Be ice cream, or be nothing. Zero stars.
When you start living alone and haven’t got time to shop for groceries…
Tim: Dear frozen yogurt: you are the celery of desserts. Be ice cream, or be nothing. Zero stars.
Brotherly advice…
Jason [to Tim]: Why do you have to break up with her? Be a man. Just stop calling.
Red Hood v Red Robin: Dawn of Science…
Jason: Tim, at Gotham University they have an incredible piece of scientific equipment known as the Tunneling Electron Microscope.
Jason: Now, this microscope is so powerful that by firing electrons you can actually see images of the atom, the infinitesimally minute building blocks of our universe.
Jason: Tim, if I were using that microscope right now, I still wouldn’t be able to locate my interest in your problem.
Tim trying to win his girlfriend back…
Tim [about Zoanne]: I want to do something for her… but what?
Alfred: Well, there’s the usual things: flowers, chocolates, promises you don’t intend to keep…
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Or, y’know, not falling asleep on a rollercoaster during your date?
Attempting to make peace with Damian…
Tim: For just one night, let’s not be co-workers. Let’s be co-people.
Trying to talk sense into a whammied Jason…
Tim: You! Are! A! Robin! You aren’t the old Red Hood! You’re… you’re our brother!
Tim: You are Bruce’s son!
Jason: *blinks*
Jason: You are a sad, strange little man, and you have my pity.
When a sleep-deprived ex-Robin and a trolling ex-Robin have a chat…
Tim: Sarcasm is the refuge of losers.
Jason: *sarcastically* It is? Really?
Tim: Sarcasm is losers trying to bring winners down to their level.
Jason: Wow, Timothy, you’ve really opened my eyes to what a loser I am. How much do I owe you for those pearls of wisdom?
Tim: Oh, that one’s on the house.
When asked what he does to calm himself down…
Tim: Crying helps me slow down and obsess over the weight of life’s problems.
Tim: You read my diary?!
Damian: At first, I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad, handwritten book.
Dick: What do you need a fake I.D. for?
Dick: *wiggles eyebrows*
Tim: *blinks*
Tim: So I can vote.
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Timothy “Not Your Typical Teen” Drake.