“I’ve seen enough people in this city to know that there’s a fair amount who could physically blast that smugness right out of you. Where do you get off acting all high and mighty, like that?”
“Of course you don’t. You don’t seem like you’d know a fun time if stripped to its underwear in front of you and danced the macarena. Wow, I feel so honoured, you’ve got no idea. Your presence is truly enlightening, it’s just a joy to be around you.”
"Nice overblown sense of supremacy you’ve got there, Jason.”
"Why won’t you direct them at me? The fight club’s good and all, but I’m dying to have some good competition out here on the streets. Can’t say. It’s all part of my charming personality, really. You can tell that I’m something else, can’t you?”
“Or that I might have more important things to do than watching strippers. That’s more of Harper’s thing, really. I’m glad that you agree, if only the sarcasm wasn’t as obvious in your tone, then we would be just dandy, sweetheart.”
“Another archer with an attitude problem? Great, just my luck.”
