Riddler: Riddle me this, riddle me that. Who's afraid of the big, black bat?

Edward: You should have let me in on this. We could have planned it, prepared it, pre-sold the movie rights!

Edward: Your entrance was good. His was better.

Riddler: Like the jacket? It keeps me safe when I'm jogging at night.

Two-Face: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh happy day. Goodbye forever to that pointy ear night rat.

Chase: Hot entrance.

Edward: Oh my God it's him. I am a winner. I am a winner. I am winner. I am a winner.

Batman: Bats aren't rodents.
Chase: I didn't know that. By the way do you have a first name or do I just call you bats?

Edward: You were suppose to understand. I'll make you understand.

Batman: You call me here for this? The Batsignal is not a beeper.

Batman: I don't fit in at family picnics.

Maggie: Who would send you a riddle?
Bruce: That Maggie is the riddle.

Two-Face: ...we call it massacre under the big top.

Two-Face: Want Mr. Mayor? One simple thing, Batman, bruised, broken, bledding in the word...DEAD!!

Bruce: Killing Two-Face won't take the pain away, it'll make it worse.

Two-Face: Who the hell are you?
Riddler: Just a friend, but you can call me the Riddler.

Riddler: By the way that never heal if you don't stop picking.
Two-Face: Let's see if you bleed green.

Edward: Caffeine will kill ya.

Riddler: Has anybody ever told you, you have a serious impulse control problem?!

Gang leader: Who the hell are you?
Dick: I'm Batman. So I forgot my suit, all right?

Dick: I could definitely get into this superhero gig.

Batman: Commissioner Gordon?
Chase: He's at home. I sent the signal.
Batman: What's wrong?
Chase: Last night, at the bank, I noticed something about Two-Face. His coin. It's his Achilles' heel. It can be exploited.
Batman: I know. You called me here for this? The Batsignal is not a beeper.
Chase: Well I wish I could say that my interest in you was... purely professional.
Batman: You trying to get under my cape, doctor?
Chase: A girl can't live by psychoses alone.
Batman: It's the car, right? Chicks love the car.
Chase: What is it about the wrong kind of man? In grade school it was guys with earrings. College, motorcycles, leather jackets. Now, oh, black rubber.
Batman: Try firemen, less to take off.
Chase: I don't mind the work. Pity I can't see behind the mask.
Batman: We all wear masks.
Chase: My life's an open book. You read?
Batman: I don't blend in at a family picnic.
Chase: Oh, we could give it a try. I'll bring the wine, you bring your scarred psyche.
Batman: Direct aren't you?
Chase: You like strong women. I've done my homework. Or do I need skin-tight vinyl and a whip?
Batman: I haven't had that much luck with women.
Chase: Maybe you just haven't met the right woman.

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

Alfred: I'm sorry to bother you, sir. But I have some rather distressing news about Master Dick.
Bruce: What? Is he alright?
Alfred: I'm afraid Master Dick has, uhm, gone traveling.
Bruce: He ran away?
Alfred: Actually, he took the car.
Bruce: He boosted the Jag?
Alfred: No, sir. Not the Jaguar. The other car.
Bruce: The Bentley?
Alfred: No, sir! The other car.

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

Riddler: For if knowledge is power, then a GOD AM I! Was that over the top? I can never tell.

Dick: All I can think about every second of the day is getting Two-Face. He took my whole life. And when I was out there tonight, I imagined it was him that I was fighting, even when I was fighting you. And all the pain went away. Do you understand?
Bruce: Yes, I do.
Dick: Good, cause you gotta help me find him. And when we do, I'm the one who kills him.
Bruce: So, you're willing to take a life.
Dick: Long as it's Two-Face.
Bruce: Then it will happen this way: You make the kill, but your pain doesn't die with Harvey, it grows. So you run out into the night to find another face, and another, and another, until one terrible morning you wake up and realize that revenge has become your whole life. And you won't know why.
Dick: You can't understand. Your family wasn't killed by a maniac.
Bruce: Yes, they were. We're the same.

Batman: I read your work. Insightful. Naive, but insightful.
Dr. Chase Meridian: I'm flattered. Not every girl makes a superhero's night table.

Bruce: Perhaps letters of the alphabet.
Alfred: Of course, 13 is M.
Bruce: 1 would be A, 8 would be H, and 5 would be E.
Alfred: M-A-H-E?
Bruce: Perhaps 1 and 8 are 18.
Alfred: 18... is... R. M-R-E.
Bruce: How about "Mr. E"?
Alfred: Mystery.
Bruce: And another name for mystery?
Alfred: Enigma!
Bruce: Mr. E. Nygma. Edward Nygma. Stickley's suicide was obviously a computer-generated forgery.
Alfred: You really are quite bright, despite what people say.

Riddler: Tell the fat lady she's on in five.

Two-Face: You have broken into our hideout. You have violated the sanctity of our lair. For this we should crush your bones into POWDER. However, you do pose a very interesting proposition: therefore, heads, we accept, and tails, we blow your damned head off!