Why can't you just die?


You were supposed to understand. I'll make you understand.

Edward Nygma

[upon reaching Claw Island]
Robin: Holey rusted metal, Batman!
Batman: Huh?
Robin: The ground, it's all metal. It's full of holes. You know, holey.
Batman: Oh.

[first lines]
Alfred Pennyworth: Can I persuade you to take a sandwich with you, sir?
Batman: I'll get drive-thru.

Dick Grayson: I need a name! Batboy, Nightwing, I dunno. What's a good sidekick name?
Bruce Wayne: How about Dick Grayson, college student?
Dick Grayson: Screw you!

One man is born a hero, his brother a coward. Babies starve, politicians grow fat. Holy men are martyred, and junkies grow legion. Why? Why, why, why, why, why? Luck! Blind, stupid, simple, doo-dah, clueless luck!


Ah. Fortune smiles. Another day of wine and roses. Or, in your case, beer and pizza!


Riddle me this, riddle me that, who's afraid of the big, black bat?

The Riddler

Riddle me this, what sort of a man has bats on the brain?

The Riddler

Brendan: Why are your eyes so red?
Francis: Why is your head so bald?

Jack: Wouldn't it be great if we heard a train go by in the distance?
Peter: No.
Francis: It'd probably be annoying.

I love the way this country smells. I'll never forget it. It's kind of spicy.


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