Electrocutioner: I'm-a gonna kill you, then I'm-a gonna jump-start your heart... and kill you again.
Batman: You want teeth? I want answers.
Branden: Don't move, freak!
Joker: [To Batman] I think he's talking to you.
Blackgate Prisoner: Jingle Bells...he he he... Batman smells...he he he.
Batman: No.
Alfred: Do try to be careful out there sir.
Batman: Don't worry. I'll take out those assassins before they know I'm there.
Alfred: It's not just that sir. If a curious child wakes up to see who's pattering across their rooftop, they'll expect Santa Claus. Not a black-clad bat creature.
Batman: I don't patter.
Alfred: *Sigh*.
Batman: Garfield Lynns, a.k.a. Firefly. Burns on 90 percent of his body. Hmm. His obsession is going to be his end.
Alfred: How unlike anyone I know.
