Nancy's got a guardian angel. Seven feet plus of muscle and mayhem that goes by the name of Marv.
Alfred: Hmf. I suppose you'll take up flying next, like that fellow in Metropolis.
The American conscience died with the Kennedys.
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.
I don't own an ounce of the work I've ever done on 'Batman,' and I still work on 'Batman.' I love the character, I think it's a lot of fun, and it's kind of fun to be in that ballpark every once in a while, where you're seeing a different crowd.