Skeets: Booster Gold - Protecting his past to ensure your future!
Young Boy: Can I have your autograph?
Booster Gold: Sure you can!
Young Boy: I thought you were Green Lantern.
Skeets: I would like your autograph, sir.
Booster Gold: Shut up, Skeets.
J'onn: I fail to understand your obsession with fame.
Booster Gold: Not fame. Megafame! Much more than like... your level of fame. No offense... but you've got a hard-to-pronounce name, it doesn't stick in the mind. Now "Booster Gold" - don't you just love saying it?
J'onn: That is the attitude that keeps you on the sidelines.
Booster Gold: You're right, it's not just about fame. What did you pull down last year, before taxes?
Booster Gold: Who is that?
J'onn: The Dark Lord, Mordru.
Booster Gold: You okay? You sound nervous or something.
Booster Gold: This is it, Skeets, my big chance. If I can take down this "Mumu"...
Booster Gold: I was thinking maybe I'd go out on point.
Batman: Crowd control.
Booster Gold: Crowd control. Who says you don't have a sense of humor?
Batman: Crowd. Control.
Booster Gold: Now wait just a... (Batman glares) Got it.
Elongated Man: "We don't need two stretchy guys." This is so not fair. I mean, I realize Plastic Guy is in the League too, I'm not dissing the guy's skills. But I've got it all over that guy. One time I disguised myself as a vase. For three days.
Booster Gold: No you didn't.
Elongated Man: Okay, maybe not. Who'd want to, anyway? But I am a detective, which means I'm like Plastic Man and Batman rolled into one.
Booster Gold: Is there any chance you could stop complaining for five minutes?
Wonder Woman: We need you.
Booster Gold: It's about time!
Wonder Woman: Not you. Him!
Elongated Man: Squeaky wheel!
Skeets: Maybe they needed a vase.
Booster Gold: It doesn't matter what we do here. The battle is over there. We're not helping.
Skeets: This is untrue. "They also serve who only stand and wait." John Milton.
Booster Gold: Oh yeah? I got one for you. "This. Stinks." Booster Gold.
Young Boy: Thank you, Green Lantern.
Booster Gold: I'm not Green Lantern! I'm Booster Gold! If I were Green Lantern, my costume would be green, now wouldn't it?!? I have officially hit rock bottom.
Booster Gold: She's beautiful. And in distress. My favorite kind of damsel. Maybe today wasn't such a waste after all.
(seeing a pregnant woman)
Booster Gold: Maybe you should handle this ?
Dr. Simmons: Why me?
Booster Gold: You're a doctor.
Dr. Simmons: I'm a physicist.
Booster Gold: Yeah...?
Booster Gold: How are you feeling? How many fingers am I holding up?
Pregnant Woman: Do something useful!
Skeets: I'm here to help, sir.
Booster Gold: Am I glad to see you. I need any data you have on childbirth. Now.
Skeets: Scanning. According to my files, first we boil water, then tear up several clean sheets - preferably ones we no longer wish to use for bedding.
Booster Gold: They were right. Some superhero I turned out to be. If anyone knew the truth. If she knew the truth.
Skeets: I've got nothing.
Dr. Simmons: That was pretty... super-heroic of you.
Booster Gold: Well, all in a Judgment Day's work.