Jason: Where’s Dr. Light?
Rachel: Jason.
Jason: Little stealth job when I got here shoots what? Head lamps? I mean, half the city is on fire and still no sign of Dr. Light.
Dick: Not the time, Jason.
Jason: Look, I don’t take orders from you anymore, man. I do what I want, when I want.
Dick: Get out of my way.
Jason: I think you got it all wrong. You’re in my way. Maybe you need to see your retirement package, huh?
