Mutant Leader: That a tickle?
Batman: That was a nerve bundle in your deltoid. Might not hurt, but you won't be moving that arm for a while.
Mutant Leader: We will kill the old man, Gordon. We will chop him, we will grind him. We will bathe in his blood. I, myself, will kill the fool Batman. I will rip the meat from his bones and suck them dry. Don't call us a gang. Don't call us criminals. We are the law. Gotham City belongs to the Mutants.
Alfred Pennyworth: Master Bruce. You set off the alarm, sir. This somnambulism is becoming a problem especially for those of us with a penchant for sleeping at night.
Thug: What's happening?
Batman: Your favorite nightmare. Should last about an hour.
Veteran Cop: Damn, that sucker can move.
Rookie Cop: What the hell is that?
Veteran Cop: Can't exactly look right now, kid.
Rookie Cop: Up there. Freaking weird.
Veteran Cop: You gonna tell me or - Holy.
Rookie Cop: You're slowing down?
Veteran Cop: Yeah. We're in for a show, kid.
Harvey Dent: Cut it out. Just look at me and have your laugh. Get it over with. At least both sides match now, right? Look at me and have your laugh. Who are we kidding? They couldn't fix me. Nothing can change what I am.
Batman: You and me both.
Batman: You try to hold me back, but you're weak. You know it in your soul. You're nothing but a hollow shell. A rusty trap. The time has come.
Alfred Pennyworth: If it's suicide you're after, I have an old family recipe. It's slow and painful. You'd like it.
