Robin: Holy bikini.
Robin: Holy polaris.
Robin: Holy demolition.
Alfred: Bless my dustpan.
Robin: Holy horseshoe.
Robin: Holy Long John Silver.
Robin: Holy jumble! Where's the hope of the world now?
Robin: Holy heart failure.
Robin: It looks bad, Batman. This brassy bird has us buffaloed.
Robin: When you think, Batman, with those four supercrooks hangin' around, it's amazing somebody hasn't already reported this place to the police.
Batman: It's a low neighborhood, full of rumpots. They're used to curious sights, which they attribute to alcoholic delusions.
Robin: Gosh, drink is sure a filthy thing, isn't it? I'd rather be dead than unable to trust my own eyes.
