Flash III: Deadly Nightshade

Dr. Desmond Powell:
Slow down, Speedy. We got to have a plan. Hop in.

[opens the door to his car]

The Flash:
No. Bad for the image.

[runs off]

The Flash:
Next time, just tell me where we're headed.

Nightshade:
The hell with that. Then you'd end up beating me here.

The Flash:
You should stay in better shape.

Nightshade:
Did you really search every room in this mansion already?

The Flash:
Twice. I found the secret passage in here. Puts your garage to shame, doesn't it?

Nightshade:
Do you have a headquarters?

The Flash:
On my salary, an apartment.

Joe Kline:
Dr. Frost said that you were a killer. Would you like to respond?

The Flash:
Get that mic out of my face!

Joe Kline:
Then how about sharing the real you with our audience?

Nightshade:
[shoots knock-out dart in Kline's neck] Ask his agent.

Barry Allen:
Actually, I'm meeting someone for dinner.

Dr. Desmond Powell:
Oh. Anybody I know?

Rebecca Frost:
Professionally and personally.

Dr. Desmond Powell:
[wolf whistles]

Rebecca Frost:
I'll take that as a compliment, you sexist pig.