Bruce, at his desk: Okay, I have work to do now.
Elisa, on Bruce's lap with her limbs wrapped around him like a koala, unmoving: But I miss you.
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Tim: I am 100% capable at controlling my emotions.
Stephanie: You cried for an hour yesterday after Elisa smiled at you!
Tim, tearing up: You should have seen it-
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[Tim gets in trouble]
Bruce: No computer.
Tim: I need my computer for school.
Bruce: Fine, but no TV.
Tim: I don't watch TV.
Bruce: *Sees Elisa walk by*
Bruce: Then no Elisa.
Elisa: No Elisa?
Bruce: NO ELISA!
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Elisa: Here's the thing though. Is it still murder if I give them a heads up?
Bruce: I think that's called a threat.
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Dick: Whenver Elisa's mad at me, I go and tighten the lids on all of our jars so she has to get help from me.
[The sound of glass breaking in the background]
Dick: It hasn't worked yet, but it'll happen.
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Elisa: I don't think I'm worth all this, Dick.
Dick, already advancing towards Elisa: Bold words for someone in hugging range.
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Bruce: You're late.
Elisa: I love you.
Bruce:
Elisa:
Bruce:
Bruce: Okay, you're forgiven.
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Jason, putting honey in his tea: Hell yeah, get in that leaf juice, you sexy, sexy bee sauce.
Elisa: ... Do you take constructive criticism?
Jason: I absolutely do not.
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[After a leg injury]
Elisa: My leg hurts, you have to carry me.
Jason: What? Again? Where are your crutches?
Elisa: I threw them over the balcony.
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Damian: Who hurt you.
Elisa, sarcastically: You want a list?
Damian, sharpening his sword: Yes.