She doesn't quite chop his head off. She makes a Pez dispenser out of him.

You can never escape me. Bullets don't harm me. Nothing harms me. But I know pain. I KNOW pain. Sometimes I share it. With someone like you.

And I was going to be damned if I was older than Batman.

Alfred: Hmf. I suppose you'll take up flying next, like that fellow in Metropolis.

But I'm not trying to convince anybody how to vote or how to live. Nobody's ever successfully accused me of being realistic.

I take away his weapon. Both of them.

It's one thing to be sitting at a drawing board, alone in your home and coming up with a fantasy character, and drawing her whichever way you feel like drawing, then dealing with a real performer. All of a sudden, things change. It's amazing, in working with actors, how much I learn from them and how many new lines will come to mind because of their personality or their strengths.