The Bat's stubborn refusal to expire... ...*is driving us insane*! Don't worry, baby... You'll kill him soon. Besides... I made your favorite tonight: Sparkling champagne and... yummy poached salmon
with little itty-bitty quail eggs and a... creamy... dreamy... lemon soufflé. No, *I* made your favorite: A charred heart of black boar...
a side of raw donkey meat... ...and, a Sterno and grain alcohol, straight up, baby! - Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa!
- Perfect! Ha-ha! Ladies, you spoil us. We're of two minds about what to eat first. {Ding}
What?! [Riddler] I hope you made extra. [Two-Face] Who the hell are you? Just a friend. But you can call me... ...the Riddler. I'll call you dead, is more like it!
How did you find us here? Talk! But then if I talked, what would keep
you from slaying me, O Segregated One? By the way... that's never gonna
heal if you don't stop picking. Hoooh...! Let's see if you bleed green. - Harvey...!
- Ha-ha-ha! I don't think it's me you wanna kill. That's just too easy for someone as powerful as you. ...and you. But Batman? (Gasps) There's a challenge. KILL THE BAT!
- Ha-ha-ha. Sounds like a good idea. But have you thought it through? A few bullets,
a quick splash of blood, and then what? Wet hands... Post-Homicidal Depression... Why not humiliate him first? Expose his frailties? And then when he is at his weakest... CRUSH HIM!!! Heh, heh... I see that... sparkle in your left eye. Heh. I can help you get Batman. That is if you'll... spare my life for... just a few moments. Heh. [whispers] Thank you. I simply love what you've done with this place.
Heavy metal meets House & Garden. Ha-ha-haa! Beautiful. It's so dark, and Gothic, and... ...*disgustingly decadent*! (Growling) Yet so bright, and chipper, and... ...conservative. (Whistles) It's so... *you*! And yet, so YOUUU! He-heh. Very few people are both a summer and a winter, but... ...you pull it off nicely. Ha! [Fires bullet which then ricochets] What's the point, big boy? Has anybody ever told you you have a
SERIOUS IMPULSE CONTROL PROBLEM?!?! *This*...is the point. This is how I found you. Let me demonstrate... *This* is your brain on The Box. This is my brain on The Box. DOES ANYBODY ELSE FEEL LIKE A FRIED EGG?!?! I'll have a bit more, thank you. Oh, there's more... but only the first one's free. Here's the bargain: You will help me steal production capital, so I can put a Box on every TV in town, ...and become Gotham's cleverest, carbon-based life-form! And in return... Is everybody paying attention? I will help you solve the greatest riddle of all... The *mother* of all riddles: Who is... Batman? Hmm. 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 pose a most interesting proposition. Therefore - heads: we accept;
and tails: we blow your damn head off!
