Batman: The Animated Series, Season Three

Thorne:
You almost didn't get paid. You're lucky these diamonds didn't get nabbed in the smuggling bust.

Bane:
No, Mr. Thorne. You are the lucky one. (He punches the punching bag across the room)

Bane:
Toys. You try to fight me with pathetic little toys. You've got nothing! Beg for mercy! SCREAM MY NAME!

Batman:
Never.

Bane:
You are beaten! Now I will break you!

Batman:
You're your own worst enemy, Harvey.

Two-Face:
No - I'm your worst enemy.

Riddler:
He's right, you know.

Thug:
Who?

Riddler:
Batman. He is going to catch me... sooner or later.

Thug:
Gee, boss, you're scaring me. You're talking kinda crazy.

Riddler:
DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT! I fooled the police, the doctors, the Parole Board - all of them! There's only one person who's ever been able to challenge me: Batman! He's the only one worthy of the game!

Thug:
But you said sooner or later he's gonna catch you. What are you gonna do?

Riddler:
I'm never going back to Arkham! So I guess there's only one thing to do!

Riddler:
[ranting in a cell in Arkham] It's impossible, I tell you! Impossible! My trap was perfect! How did he do it?! I have to know! Somebody tell me! It's not fair! There was no way, I tell you! No way he could have gotten out! SOMEBODY TELL ME! DO YOU HEAR ME?! SOMEBODY TELL ME HOW HE DID IT!! I HAVE TO KNOW!! I HAVE TO KNOOOOOOOOOW!!!

Robin:
[Watching episodes of Baby Doll's old TV show] You remember when Poison Ivy had us tangled up in those vines? The ones with the REALLY big thorns?

Batman:
Yes.

Robin:
[Gestures at TV] This is worse.

[Baby Doll goes after at Batman in a fun house tunnel maze]

Baby Doll:
Game's over, Mr. Batman! I WIN! [Batman fires his grappling gun, knocking the doll-gun down a slide] No fair! [ runs to retrieve it, and stumbles into a room full of fun-house mirrors. Picks up the gun, wandering through the various distorted reflections, until she comes to one that shows her as an adult] Look! That's me in there! The real me! There I am! [touches the reflection, and her face changes] ...But it's not really real, is it? Just...made-up and pretend, like my family, and my life, and everything else! [Turns to face Batman, who stands behind her] Why couldn't you just let me MAKE-BELIEVE?! [fires at mirrors, and cries after breaking mirror with adult reflection. Batman approaches her] I didn't mean to...

Scarecrow:
I am the Master of Fear! The Lord of Despair! Cower before me in witless terror!

Harley:
Hi, Professor Crane!

Scarecrow:
(Smiling quietly) Good evening, child. (To Batman and Robin, furiously) Worship me, you fools! Worship me! Scream hosannas of anguish to Scarecrow, the all-terrible God of Fear!! (Guards take him away)

Robin:
I think he's getting better.

(Harley is driving Veronica Vreeland on a bridge leading out of Gotham, when an Army tank appears, firing a shell that nearly hits them.)

General Vreeland:
You in the car! Release your hostage immediately!

Veronica:
Daddy!

Harley:
"Daddy"?

(Vreeland whips the side of the turret like a jockey riding a horse. The tank bears down on them.)

Harley:
Oy.

(Harley does an abrupt U-turn back into the city.)

Veronica:
Wait, what are you doing? That's my father!

Harley:
Nooooo, that's your father -- IN A TANK!

Gangster:
Any last words?

Harley:
Just one.. BABIES! (Bud and Lou rushed to save their mistress) Play nice with your new chew toy.

Dispatcher:
Disturbance reported at the top of the Crown restaurant. Suspect is a male costumed extremist armed with what appears to be a... ketchup gun.

Batman:
It's going to be one of those nights.

Condiment King:
So long, suckers! Parting is such sweet-and-sour sorrow. (Batman yanks away his loot bag) What's this? Ah! The big bad Bat-guy. I knew you'd ketchup to me sooner or later. How I relished this meeting. You, the dynamic Dark Knight, versus me, the conceptual Condiment King! Come, Batman. Let's see if you can cut the mustard.

Batman:
Quiet! (He punches the King in the stomach)

Condiment King:
(Slumps to ground, gasping) You hit me!

Catwoman:
Bats are just mice with wings, little girl.

Batgirl:
So, what are you going to do? Leave us over one of these vats with acid burning through the rope?

Daggett:
(Laughs) If there's one thing I've learned over the years, it's that you crime-fighting types are very resourceful. So, I'll just have my men shoot you and throw your bodies in the vats.

Scarecrow:
Don't take me back there, please! Look at me, Batman! I'm shaking with fear! Me! The Scarecrow! I wasn't even going back to crime this time! I just had to get away from... him!

Lyle Bolton:
I'll take it from here, Batman. Lyle Bolton, Chief of security. Congratulations, Professor Crane. You're the first inmate to escape Arkham under my charge. (He grabs Crane by the collar; Crane whimpers) You're also the last.

Bartholomew:
Ms. Quinn? Do you have any complaints against Mr. Bolton?

[Lyle Bolton sneers threateningly at Harley]

Harley Quinn:
I got nothing to say.

Bartholomew:
But surely you must have something you wish to--

Harley Quinn:
You got a hearing problem or something?! NO! NADA! IXNAY! ZERO! ZILCH! BUPKES! NOTHING! OKAY?!

Batman:
Men like Walker are obsessed with getting their own way. And they don't let little things like the law stop them.

Grant Walker:
Do you realise that in your half-frozen state, you will age more slowly than an ordinary human? You're practically immortal, my friend!

Mr. Freeze:
Yes, eternal life trapped in this wretched shell! What a miserable joke.

Grant Walker:
Miserable to you, but a godsend to me. Look at me, Mr. Freeze, I'm an old man. I've created wonders in my lifetime, but there is still so much to do! I want to change as you have. To become, like you, a being of blessed, eternal cold.

Mr. Freeze:
You're insane.

Grant Walker:
Only you know how to duplicate the accident that made you what you are. What I long to become!

Mr. Freeze:
(grabs him) You want to live like this? Abandoned and alone? A prisoner in a world you can see but never touch? (drops him and turns away) Old and infirm as you are, I'd trade a thousand of my frozen years for your worst day.

Dick:
Man, if I spent more time in that immersion tank. I'd be growing gills.

Bruce:
I'm just glad I was able to get you back here in time.

Dick:
Thanks, for a while I thought I'd end up like Walker trapped in a ice cube forever. What about Mr. Freeze do you think he's gone for good?

Bruce:
I'm not sure, but if Freeze's condition has made him truly immortal. We may not have seen the last of him.