You sunk my battleship!
I hope they can find the little black box.
Riddle me this, riddle me that, who's afraid of the big, black bat?
For if knowledge is power... then a God... am... I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I. Was that over the top? I can never tell!
One man is born a hero, his brother a coward. Babies starve, politicians grow fat. Holy men are martyred, and junkies grow legion. Why? Why, why, why, why, why? LUCK! Blind, stupid, simple, doo-dah, clueless luck!
Ah. Fortune smiles. Another day of wine and roses. Or, in your case, beer and pizza!
Let's start this party with a bang!
The Bat's stubborn refusal to expire... IS DRIVING US INSANE!
You have broken into our hideout. You have violated the sanctity of our lair. For this we should crush your bones into POWDER. However, you do pose a very interesting proposition: therefore, heads, we accept, and tails, we blow your damned head off!
It's an old-fashioned low-tech stick-up. We want to have the following: cash, jewelry, celullar telephones. Hand them over nice and quietly and no one will be hurt.
WHY CAN'T YOU JUST DIE?!
Why yes, of course, you're right, Bruce. Emotion is always the enemy of true justice. Thank you. You've always been a good friend.
You like strong women. I've done my homework. Or do I need skin-tight vinyl and a whip?
By the way, do you have a first name, or do I just call you Bats?