- [Huntress tries to flirt]
- Huntress: [over the phone] So, what are you wearing?
- The Question: Blue overcoat. Fedora.
- Huntress: [frowning] You really stink at this.
- The Question: Orange socks?
- [Huntress hangs up]
- [the Question blows another cover-up wide open]
- The Question: Aha! Just as I suspected. Thirty-*two* flavors.
- Black Canary: Bad enough most people think superheroes solve all their problems with their fists.
- Huntress: Like we're all a bunch of muscle-headed stereotypes.
- Black Canary: We're better than that.
- Huntress: WAY!
- Black Canary: [pause] Two falls out of three?
- Huntress: You're on!
- [as Huntress and Black Canary face off against Hawkgirl and Vixen]
- Huntress: Looks like we're in this together.
- Black Canary: If you call me "girlfriend," I'm gonna drop-kick you into the next county.
- The Question: The deeper mystery is, why do you even care? Isn't this the same woman who beat the snot out of you a few months back?
- Huntress: She got a lucky shot in!
- [pause]
- Huntress: Okay, five or six lucky shots.
- Huntress: [holding her crossbow on Roulette] I know your kind, Roulette. You like to watch, but when it comes to getting your own pretty little hands dirty...
- [Roulette kicks the crossbow out of Huntress's hand, then pulls the needles from her hair, holding them as two razor-sharp daggers]
- Roulette: Didn't know I was that good, did you? Breaking news: I'm even better!
- Lex Luthor: There's not going to be any fighting. At least not here. Sonar... I think you've given me the solution to Roulette's problem. And mine, as well.
- Roulette: Of course. The new Metabrawl. All girl fights all the time. We'll call it the Glamour Slam. Or the Belles of the Brawl.
- Sonar: Chickapalooza.
- Roulette: With the right backing, it's a million-dollar idea. A cash cow. But even this won't work if the girls are all second-string villians.
- Lex Luthor: Who said anything about villains?
- Roulette: Lex, darling... I'm having some serious financial problems, and I'm afraid you're to blame.
- Lex Luthor: Well, don't look at me to bail you out, Roulette. I'm the one who skims you.
- Roulette: You know I don't like to complain, Lex, but you are taking a much bigger cut of the gross than Grodd ever did. And Metabrawl receipts are down.
- Lex Luthor: I've seen the books.
- Roulette: Now, don't think me ungrateful, but you've been poaching the best fighters for your so-called secret society.
- Lex Luthor: Pity. Cut to the chase, Roulette. What do you want?
- Roulette: If I could only have a few star attractions in the ring. Bizarro. Sinestro. Maybe Bizarro versus Sinestro?
- Wonder Woman: [freed from Roulette's mind control and realizing she was about to knock Huntress and Black Canary's heads together] I hope you two have an explanation for this.
- Lex Luthor: It's no good. There isn't enough. The last remnant of Brainiac, but there isn't enough to work with.
- Brainiac: Perhaps if you constructed a positronic event chamber?
- Lex Luthor: Yes. Yes, that could work. But where would I get the money? Between the government freezing my assets and the cost of running this secret society...
- Tala: [Sonar enters] He's talking to his imaginary friend again.
- Brainiac: You're a resourceful human, Luthor. I'm sure you'll find a way.
- Black Canary: You know, if you want, I can talk to the League and get you back in.
- Huntress: Nah. I do fine on my own.
- Black Canary: Thank you, Helena. If you hadn't...
- Huntress: You would've done the same. You know, I was totally whipping your butt back when they caught us.
- Black Canary: Pfft. In your dreams.
- Huntress: Like I'd waste my dreams on you.
- Huntress: If she dies, Roulette, I'm taking you down hard. I promise you that.
- Roulette: Now, why would I let such a valuable commodity die? On the other hand, you two aren't under my control, which means I'm going to have to eliminate you. In the ring, of course. Why just snuff you when I can sell tickets and lay odds?
- Huntress: You're scum.
- Roulette: No, no, my dear. I'm an entrepreneur. Let's face it, with some A-list heroes to do the jobs, your deaths will net me millions.
- Huntress: Need a hand, Canary?
- Black Canary: Not from you.
- Huntress: Suit yourself.
- [the man Canary is fighting gets a good shot in and flees]
- Huntress: I've never seen you so sloppy. What's the deal?
- Black Canary: Get out of my way!
- [holding her at bay, Huntress throws a trash can lid and knocks the man down]
- Black Canary: I don't need your help, Huntress.
- Huntress: Right. You were doing a fabulous job of getting your butt handed to you. What'd he do, anyway?
- Black Canary: Stole a wallet.
- Huntress: Shut up! You got creamed by a pickpocket?