
Catwoman Quotes
Catwoman: Not even in office yet and already an enemies list, hmm?
The Penguin: Those names aren't for prying eyes. Say, why should I trust some cat-broad, anyway? Maybe you're just some screwed-up sorority chick who's trying to get back at her daddy for not buying her that pony when she turned sweet sixteen.
The Penguin: Check it out. We're going to disassemble the Batmobile - turn it into an H-bomb on wheels.
Catwoman: No, he'd have even more power as a martyr. To destroy Batman, we have to turn him into what he hates the most. Namely us.
Maximillian 'Max' Shreck: I don't know what you want, but I know I can get it for you, with only the minimum of fuss!
[he starts to move away, but Catwoman captures him with her whip and pulls him close]
Maximillian 'Max' Shreck: Money, jewels, a VERY big ball of string
Catwoman: Your blood, Max!
Maximillian 'Max' Shreck: My blood, I gave, at the office
Catwoman: A half pint... I'm talking gallons
Maximillian 'Max' Shreck: Let's make a deal, other than my blood. What can I do for you?
Catwoman: Sorry, Max, a die for a die!
Catwoman: I thought you were just going to scare the Ice Princess.
The Penguin: She looked pretty scared to me!
Catwoman: Oh... I would love to live with you in your castle forever... like in a fairy tale...
[Batman caresses the back of her head]
Catwoman: [she claws Batman on the cheek] But I just couldn't live with myself, so don't pretend this is a happy ending!
Catwoman: It's chilly in here.
The Penguin: I'll warm you.
Catwoman: We need to talk. You see, you and I have something in common.
The Penguin: Sounds familiar. Appetite for destruction? Contempt for the czars of fashion? Wait, don't tell me... naked sexual charisma.
Catwoman: Batman. The thorn in both our sides. The fly in our ointment.
The Penguin: Ointment! Scented or unscented?
Maximillian 'Max' Shreck: Selina! Selina Kyle, you're fired! And Bruce Wayne, why are you dressed up like Batman?
Catwoman: Because he *is* Batman, you moron!
Maximillian 'Max' Shreck: Was.
[shoots Batman]
Guard 2: Don't hurt us, lady. Our take-home is less than three-hundred!
Catwoman: You're overpaid.