Batman: Some days, you just can't get rid of a bomb.
Robin: Holy jumble! Where's the hope of the world now?
Miss Kitka: My name is Kitayna Ireyna Tatanya Kerenska Alisoff. I work for the Moscow Bugle.
Robin: Holy heart failure.
Robin: Holy polaris.
Robin: It looks bad, Batman. This brassy bird has us buffaloed.
The Joker: A joke a day, keeps the gloom away.
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.
Robin: Holy demolition.
Alfred: Bless my dustpan.
The Riddler: You and your trained, exploding shark.
The Penguin: How was I to know they'd have a can of shark-repellent Batspray handy?
Robin: Holy horseshoe.
The Catwoman: You dismal bird! You and your submarine, Where has it got us now?
The Penguin: Shut up, you feline floozy.
Batman: Who knows, Robin? This strange mixing of minds may be the greatest single service ever performed for humanity! Let's go, but, inconspicuously, through the window. We'll use our Batropes. Our job is finished.
Commissioner Gordon: Great day in the morning.
The Penguin: Now hear this, now hear this. This is your Captain speaking. My fine pinioned pirates, we're approaching the tricky buoy! Sharpen your cutlasses! There may be skullduggery ahead.
Batman: Confound it, the batteries are dead.
Robin: Holy Long John Silver.