[Flash is trying to outrun Mirror Master. Mirror Master is shooting small mirrors everywhere]
The Flash: You are so cleaning this place up.
Mirror Master: Make me! Or rather... Find me!
[Flash sees dozens of "Mirror Masters" in front of him. Only one is the real Mirror Master]
The Flash: [charging and swinging at each one] Nope... Nope... Nope...
[he finally hits the real Mirror Master]
The Flash: There you are!
[the Flash is dropping hopeful hints about the Flash Museum's opening ceremony in Central City]
The Flash: It'd be great if one of the original seven was there. I mean, I understand if everybody's too busy to come, no biggie. My mom's gonna be there... let's see, my uncle's flying in... I know, it's the "Flash" museum, but to me the whole League deserves the honor. Like I said, no biggie.
[Silence. Flash droops and lets out a sigh]
Batman: [resignedly] What time?
The Flash: Six o'clock... No! You're really coming? Awesome! You're a stand-up guy, Bats! Don't ever let anyone call you a crazed loner.
Waitress: [to Flash villains] What'll it be, boys?
Captain Boomerang: Arnold Palmer.
The Trickster: Cherry Cola.
Mirror Master: Decaf Soy Latte.
Captain Cold: Milk.
[the others stare in confusion]
Captain Cold: [embarrassed] My ulcer's been acting up.
[after questioning the Trickster about the other villains' whereabouts]
Orion: What about your enemy?
The Flash: Oh, right.
[to the Trickster]
The Flash: Dude, as soon as you finish your drink, turn yourself in.
The Trickster: [raising his mug] Got me again, Flash!
Orion: I can't believe you let that buffoon manipulate you. You'd never catch me at one of those museum openings.
[Batman just looks at him]
Orion: ...It's not black tie, is it?
Orion: [to the Flash] I understand now. You play the clown to hide a warrior's pain.
The Flash: Hey, the bad guys went down, and nobody got hurt. You know what I call that? A really good day.
The Flash: Here's the deal: you tell me where those guys went, and I promise to come visit you in the hospital. We'll play darts! The soft kind.
The Trickster: Okay. They're going to ambush you at the Flash Museum.
The Flash: See? That's all we needed.
The Flash: James, you're off your meds, aren't you?
The Trickster: I'm better off without them. Take 'em if I start feeling down.
The Flash: You know that's not how the medicine works. You're not well.
The Trickster: I'm fine! You want to throw some darts?
The Flash: No. Listen, James, you're wearing the suit again.
The Trickster: I am?
[looks at himself]
The Trickster: Well, what do you know?
[a hologram appears]
The Flash: Mirror Master!
Mirror Master: You're quick as ever.
The Flash: Yeah? Well, you're... you're not really all there!
Mirror Master: Oh, nice try. If you'd had another minute, you might have thought of a decent comeback.
[after dismantling Mirror Master's trap]
The Flash: While you're waiting for me to come arrest you, why not take this time and reflect on your mistakes?
[turns to leave]
The Flash: [chuckles] Hey, that was pretty good.
[trapped by a giant boomerang]
The Flash: I swear, when I get out of this I'm gonna find you and hurl all over you!
Captain Boomerang: Touch of dizziness? You might find it useful to focus on one point on the horizon. For instance, that mountain you're set to crash into.
Mirror Master: Boomer, must you always plead poverty?
Captain Boomerang: I've got my overhead! What do you know about poverty? All you have to do is pull another mirror out of your blinkin' arsenal!
[as the Rogues are taken into custody, a crime scene tech sweeps up the pieces of the broken mirror in which Mirror Master is trapped]
Mirror Master: Are you sure that's all the pieces? I demand a full accounting! Where's my lawyer? I know my rights, you obscene caricature of a civil servant...!
[his voice cuts off as the tech seals up the plastic bag]
Captain Boomerang: Now they tell me I'm reformed.
Mirror Master: Reformed? The man who hijacked a whole fleet of armored cars in one month?
Captain Boomerang: Now that was a crime.
Mirror Master: Too bad the Flash busted you before you could spend a dime.
The Trickster: And you know what else...?
Captain Boomerang: Well, at least he didn't make me eat my own laser kaleidoscope!
Mirror Master: That's a rumor! A complete exaggeration! And anyway, it was a laser pistol.
[trapped in Mirror Master's "Disco of Death"]
Mirror Master: I was never fond of you, Flash. But I'm a reasonable man. If you'd just looked the other way once in a while, we could have co-existed in peace. Instead, you never let up. So you've gotta go.
The Flash: That music is what's gotta go!
Captain Boomerang: G'day, mate. Captain Boomerang here. It seems that Mirror Master wasn't up to the task. Now it's my turn. I'm gonna kill you ugly, Flash, and I want you to see it coming.
The Trickster: You gotta visualize.
Captain Cold: Visualize? What the heck does that mean? If I don't "visualize" a mortgage payment soon, the wife'll have me bagging groceries for a living.
[Linda is covering the opening of the Flash museum]
Linda Park: And when we come back, I'll try to get with him - uh, to him!
Linda Park: Are we off?
[fans herself with her notepad]
Linda Park: Gosh, he's a total babe! Like the entire track team rolled into one! I can't believe you're not into him, Marla.
Maria: Okay... now you're off.
[Linda covers her face with the paper]