Damian: The American Hackney is a critically endangered horse breed with only about 200 remaining in the world. I consider myself privileged to be in the company of one right now.
Stephanie, to herself: I can't hit a kid, I can't hit a kid, I can't—
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Damian: Your glasses look like the headlights of Superman's pickup truck.
Barbara: Get back to patrol.
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Damian: You astound me.
Tim: How so?
Damian: You have far exceeded your life expectancy given your absolutely atrocious self-care habits.
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Damian: Father, you cook like someone who's never seen food in his life.
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Damian: Grayson, I need your help with a history project.
Dick: Sure, what's it on?
Damian: The Paleolithic Era. Tell me everything you remember about your childhood.
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Duke: You say a lotta out-of-pocket things.
Damian: What, like the fact that the Signal-cycle sounds like a washing machine setting?
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Damian: Todd, I didn't know you were a Hollywood background character.
Jason: Really? Where?
Damian: *plays The Walking Dead*
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Damian: Cain—
Cassandra: Nope.
Damian: But—
Cassandra: I said no.
Damian: Fine.
Cassandra:
Damian:
Cassandra:
Damian: Your ballet shoes look like beans.
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Damian: Kyle, may I see your engagement ring?
Selina: Sure.
Selina: *shows him a big diamond*
Damian: *squints*
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Damian: *opens his mouth*
Alfred: Don't even try.
Damian: Understood, have a nice day.
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Damian, to his reflection: I never realized my hair looks like a shower brush.