Clark: Gosh, I had the opportunity of a lifetime and I wasted it. I'm such an idiot…
Bruce: Oh, honey. You're not. Hey, what do you need? Anything, you name it.
Dick: You could turn on the air conditioner.
Bruce: I wasn't asking you. And I haven't gotten it fixed yet.
Dick: You kidding? What does this family have against comfort?
Bruce: The day has 24 hours, and I have 5 kids, the assholes in disguise who go out every fucking night to wreck this goddamned city, and now Clark's life crisis to add, okay? Do the math.
Jason: He can't. He failed math.
Bruce: You what? You failed math?
Dick: You are dead.
Jason: And you are dumb. He has to make it up in summer.
Bruce: Summer? We're supposed to go to the lake next month! You just messed up the whole summer, Dick!
Tim: I got all A's!
Bruce: [soft]. Oh, baby, that's great. But I'm yelling at Dick right now. [Yells]. What the fuck is wrong with you?! How could you fail math?
Dick: Because of the absences.
Bruce: Absences? What absences!? I drop you off every morning!
Dick: Yeah, you drop me off at the door. It’s another thing that I actually cross through the door.
Bruce: Oh, you want to be a smartass? That's it. You're grounded without Nightwing, without Barbara, without acrobatics, and without anything you like. Want to make me miserable? Let's be miserable together!
Dick: That's not fair!
Bruce: Like hell is not! You're gonna have your nose in a book this whole summer, if I have to glue it to your goddamn face! You understand me? Am I speaking plain English, or did you flunk that with absences, too?
Dick: No, I went to enough classes and I got a D-plus in English!
Bruce: Oh, a D-plus! Well, let's have a fucking parade!
Clark: Bruce…
Bruce: I'm gonna hire a whole band for you, darling! [Imitates drums]. ♪ Three cheers for my D-minus son! ♪
Dick: D-plus!
Damian: I'm sure your crisis seems insignificant now, right?
Clark: Yes, that's why I moved here in the first place.
Jason: So did I.