The first meeting...
BATMAN:...and that's how I became Batman.
SUPERMAN: Really? That's it?
BATMAN: What?
SUPERMAN: Oh, yeah, you're all broody and melodramatic because you lost your biological parents? I lost mybiological
planet, man.
BATMAN: Well, you weren't old enough to see it, you were an infant. I watched it happen.
SUPERMAN: I watched it happened by way of my dead father's videotapes running
over and over again as my little baby space pod rocketed towards hicksville. Did you have to grow up slinging s**t, by the way?
BATMAN: I grew up training, honing my body to--
SUPERMAN: Yeah, didn't think so. You also didn't have to live in an apartment on a reporter's salary, constantly having to hide your secret identity from everyone who cares about you and dumbing yourself down in front of the hottest woman you've ever met while keeping track of madman moguls, extraterrestrial cyborgs, or otherworldly conquerors. You got a five story mansion and billions of dollars to throw away on your cute little toys, your fancy parties and your hook--oh, I'm sorry,
escorts. Grim and gritty...ha! You should be Mr. Sunshine compared to me.
BATMAN: Well, you....
SUPERMAN:...
BATMAN: ...you wear bright red underwear on
your costume. How lame is
that, huh? Spitcurl?
SUPERMAN...(slow clap)