Wonderful. We've got a demi-Godess who's gone complete berserk.

Rip

Ray: Wow, it's a MiG-21. No one's ever been this close to one before.
Snart: Are you quoting Top Gun?
Ray: Maybe.

Ray: Better go bone up on Vostok's CV.
Snart: I guess I'll bone up on the ballet. Gideon, bone me.

Rip: Mr. Rory, how would you like to accompany me on a little mission?
Rory: Will I get to use my gun?
Rip: A near-certain likelihood.
Rory: Lead the way, Captain.

Valentina: Are you sure you don't want your coat back? I can't believe how you're not freezing.
Snart: Oh, I love the cold.

Stein: It seems this... partnership of ours has become untenable.
Jax: Partnership? No, this is a dictatorship, one in which you get to call all the shots and I get to take all the shots.
Stein: Do you think I like seeing you hurt?
Jax: Don't act like you actually care about me, man. I'm just a life-support system. I didn't even want to come on this stupid trip. You kidnapped me.
Stein: Oh, this old tune.
Jax: Did you ever stop to think that I actually had a life back in 2016?
Stein: I almost forgot a promising career as an auto mechanic.

You better kill me now. If I ever get my hands on you, I'm gonna get all Rocky IV on your ass.

Rory