I know what I am now. What the hell's the matter with you?Conner
Man: Hey, what the hell's the matter with you?
Conner: I'm sorry, it was an accident.
Man: Take it easy. If you want the shirt, it costs money. 12.50, or, uh, two for 25.
Conner: We don't have any money.
Man: Then come back when you do.
Mercy: This thing you created must have been triggered by something. I'm assuming you know what that might've been?
Walter: Actually, uh, Eve's the expert on genetics and cloning, so.
Mercy: Where'd your boy go, Doctor?
Eve: If we're lucky, he's scared and hiding.
Mercy: And if we're not?
Eve: That's harder. Our predictions have him at the emotional age of a two-year-old, so he's feeling fear, curiosity, anger, confusion, wonder, everything that he's experiencing is for the very first time. Mentally, emotionally, physically, he's a child. He's absorbing the world like a sponge. Sights, smells, sounds... Even the people he meets will have an effect on his future behavior.
Walter: He's gone. Who the hell do you think did all this?
Eve: That's impossible. How could that happen?
Mercy: That's what you're supposed to tell us. Looks like someone got up on the wrong side of the glass tube. Mercy Graves. Personal Security Specialist to Mr. Luthor.
Walter: Yes, I've heard of you, Ms. Grave. I'm Walter Hawn, Vice President of Special Projects, and this is -
Mercy: I know who she is. Big night, I see. Chanel or Chardonnay?
Eve: What the hell are you doing here?
Mercy: You've got a real problem on your hands. Mr. Luthor wants answers. And he wants his experiment back.
Jason: Who the fuck are you?
Conner: I'm not super sure yet.
Jason: Whoever you are, I don't know how to thank you.
Conner: I'm just glad I could help.
Donna: Hank, did you find anything?
Hank: Do rats the size of my head count?
Dawn: Stay positive, Hank.
Hank: I got dragged out of bed to trudge through sewer water 'cause dip-shit decided to go off half-cocked.
Rose: Get out of my way, Rachel.
Rachel: You don't have to run, Rose. Dick will make sure you're safe. I promise.
Rose: You've been nice to me, but I won't ask you twice.
Rachel: Rose, please.
Hank: Look, I don't want to hurt you, kid.
Rose: Yeah, right.
[Rose hits Hank.]
Hank: Ow, that fucking hurt. Okay, fuck this.
Hey, look, don't do this. We can talk, and like, have cookies and milk or something.Hank
Garth: Just the man I'm looking for.
Dick: Find any leads?
Garth: No, could use a little advice though, about Donna.
Dick: I'm not sure I'm the right guy to talk to.
Garth: Oh, right, I'm sorry, probably shouldn't be asking the guy with the whipsmart beautiful, blonde girlfriend.
Donna: We got a hit... from the U.S. military?
Dick: Jacob's activator was for a laser that was developed to take down nuclear missiles.
Themyscira: This is about Garth. Next time don't waste so much energy deflecting. Atlantians are highly skilled warriors and troublemakers. Clearly Garth's been blessed with other noble attributes.
Donna: So, you've been following me?
Themyscira: Surely you don't think I let you run around with your friends without keeping tabs. By the way, the next time you need a good birthday cake, I recommend Tartine on the mission. They have a divine deux cross.
Donna: Hmm, since you know everything, I'll just shut up.
Themyscira: Quite the contrary. You asked for more time here, I granted it. You still have six months left. Whether you want to use it or not, that's your choice.
Donna: Sometimes it's not.