Batman Forever1995

Edward Nygma:
Okay Now I've got it! Ha! "Too many questions. There's too many questions. "Too many..." I'll show you it works!

Fred Stickley:
What the hell is going on here? I told you this project is terminated! I'm calling Security!

Edward Nygma:
Caffeine will kill you! Rise and shine, little guinea pig.

Fred Stickley:
What are you doing, Nygma? Untie me!

Edward Nygma:
This won't hurt. At least, I don't think it will.

Fred Stickley:
What are you doing? Nygma, you touch that switch and...

Edward Nygma:
Which one? this? Losing resolution. More power! [demonstrating his brain wave invention] "EDWARD NYGMA, COME ON DOWN! YOU'RE THE NEXT CONTESTANT ON BRAIN DRAIN!" Um, gee, ooh, uh, I'll take what's inside Thick Skull Number One! "What have we got for him, Johnny?" [laughs] Stickley, I'm having a breakthrough! And a breakdown? MAYBE! Nevertheless, I'm smarter. I'm a genius! No, several geniuses! A gaggle! A swarm! A flock of freakin' Freuds! Riddle me this, Fred! What is everything to someone, and nothing to everyone else? Your mind, baby! And now mines comes with the power of yours! [in a sing-song voice] I'm sucking up your IQ, vacuuming your cortex, feeding off your brain! [dances to a techno music tune] FRED! [Lip noises; shuts off his machine and Stickley goes back to normal; gasping and laughing] What a rush!

Fred Stickley:
What the hell just happened?

Edward Nygma:
A very surprising side effect! While you were mesmerized by my 3D TV... I utilized your neural energy to grow smarter.

[He kisses his invention's helmet as he puts it back on the mannequin head]

Fred Stickley:
Bruce Wayne was right! You demented, bizarre, unethical toad! It is brain manipulation! I'm reporting you to the FCC, the Human Experimentation Board, the AMI, and the police! [Edward grabs the chair that Stickley is strapped to and drags it far to face the window.] You are going up on charges, to court, to jail, and then to a mental institution for the rest of your twisted little life! But first and foremost, Nygma, you are fired! Do you hear me?! FIRED!

Edward Nygma:
[ominously] Oh... I don't think so.

[Nygma pushes Stickley's chair forward, sending it crashing through the window. Stickley dangles over the edge, with only the helmet's power chord, attached to the power grid, keeping from falling]

Edward Nygma:
HANG ON! [rushes forward and grabs him] Fred... BABE!... You are fired, or should I say... terminated? [He takes off the helmet and lets Stickley fall to his death] SURF'S UP, BIG KAHUNA! [a splash is heard] Oooooh, nice form, but a little rough on the landing. He may have to settle for the bronze! [laughs evilly]