Vandal Savage: You showed a caveman fire. And I had almost 200 years to figure out how to strike the flame.
Vandal Savage: You might be a Time Master, but I'm a master of time. and I play a far deeper game than you could ever hope to comprehend.
Vandal Savage: You do know why he selected all of you for this endeavor, don't you?
Sara: Great bone structure?
Sara: I'd tell you to go to hell, but you'd probably just feel at home there.
Gabriel: Mr. Jackson has suffered an extreme amount of temporal radiation exposure.
Martin: That sounds ominous.
Gabriel: Oh, it is. And there's nothing I can do to reverse the side effects.
Mick: Why are all the snacks in the future sugar-free?
Len: So much for progress.
Rip: I'm asking for a little faith, gentleman.
Len: Sorry, fresh out.
Len: It's been a blast, Rip. Good luck getting to the Vanishing Point.
Mick: Tell your pals Chronos says, "Kiss my ass."
Vandal Savage: Who are you to stand up against me, Vandal Savage, destroyer of empires?
Len: Leonard Snart, robber of ATMs.
Sara: And what did you do to your shoulder?
Rip: Hmm? Oh, I might have leaped in front of a laser blast intended for Miss Saunders. What? I couldn't have my team thinking I cared more about myself than them, now, could I?
Guard: You're under arrest.
Mick: Oh. Oh. If I had a nickel for every time I heard that.