Hawkgirl: [Sarcastically to Black Siren] So, you fight crime *and* bake cookies. How *do* you do it?
The Flash: Like I said, you never had a snowball's chance in...
Black Siren: Flash, look!
[a dynamite truck is about to crash into a bus filled with nuns]
The Flash: You've gotta be kidding!
Ray Thompson: Can I come? Can I? Can I?
J'onn J'onzz: I would hesitate to put the boy in harm's way.
Cat Man: Sure thing, little buddy!
Ray Thompson: Oh, boy!
Dr. Blizzard: If you'll excuse me, Mr. Mayor, I'll be taking off with my "chill"-gotten gains.
The Flash: Chill out, Blizzard. We're putting you on ice!
Dr. Blizzard: Forgive me if I give you the cold shoulder.
The Streak: Obviously the clue "fire" can mean only one thing. The plan to steal the fabled Flame of Rasputin. A precious ruby necklace on loan to the Seaboard City Museum!
Green Lantern: You know your stuff. It's an honor to fight aside you.
The Streak: The feeling's mutual. You're a credit to your people, son.
Green Lantern: [Awkwardly] Uh... thanks.
Green Lantern: This can't be real.
The Flash: Tell me about it. I almost busted a gut during that roll-call routine.
Green Lantern: It's not that, it's the Justice Guild. They're... comic-book characters.
The Flash: What?
Green Lantern: When I was a kid, my uncle James had the biggest comic-book collection I've ever seen. I'd go to his house everyday after school and we'd read old comics all afternoon.
The Flash: So?
Green Lantern: So... The Streak, Tom Turbine, Green Guardsman... they were the stars of my favorite comic-book: The Justice Guild of America.
The Flash: This is too weird.
Green Lantern: I know it sounds corny, but... those comics taught me what it meant to be a hero. Without them, well... maybe I wouldn't have this ring today.
The Flash: Ooo-kay.
Ray Thompson: [Inquiring about a message] Jeepers. What does it say?
The Streak: [Reading] "To the Justice Guild, prepare for our most fiendish plot of all. A crime spree based on the four elements of the ancient world: Fire, air, water and earth. Catch us if you can, dastardly yours, The Injustice Guild".
Hawkgirl: What kind of criminals tip off the authorities?
Green Guardsman: The worst kind. I doubt there's enough good between the four of them to care for a wounded puppy.
J'onn J'onzz: [being advanced upon by a trio of unfamiliar superheroes] It seems we are not in Metropolis anymore.
Green Lantern: Yeah, I got that.