Batman Returns1992

[One of Penguin's men hands him a grimy Christmas stocking]

Penguin:
Ah, what have we here?... [takes out a flask, opening it and pouring an eerie green liquid out that dissolves a slab of stone] A batch of toxic waste, from your "clean textile plant". There's a whole lagoon of this crud in the back!

Max:
[slightly nervous] That could've come from anywhere.

Penguin:
What about the documents that prove you own half the firetraps in Gotham City?

Max:
If there were such documents - and that's not an admission - I would have seen to it they were shredded.

Penguin:
[grins] Good idea... [shows shredded papers stuck back together] But a lot of tape and a little patience make all the difference. By the way, how's Fred Adkins, your old partner?

Max:
[rattled] Fred? Fred's actually... I believe he's on extended vacation. He's, uh, he's good.

Penguin:
[chuckles sinisterly] "Good"... [pulls out a severed hand, goes into scary voice] "HIYA, MAX! REMEMBER ME?! I'M FRED'S HAND! YEAH, YOU WANNA GREET ANY OTHER BODY PARTS?!" [normal] Remember, Max: you flush it, I flaunt it.

Max:
[reconsiders] You know what, Mr... Penguin... Sir? I think perhaps I could help orchestrate a little welcome-home scenario for you. And once we're both back home, perhaps we can help each other out.

Penguin:
You won't regret this, Mr. Shreck. [shakes Max's hand with Fred's severed one and leaves Max holding it]