Uncle Joe: Well, dip me in shit and roll me in breadcrumbs.
Sgt. Marcus: Where did that son-of-a-buck go?
Young Cop: The Batcave?
John Henry Irons: [about her being crippled] I can imagine how you feel.
Susan Sparks: No. No you can't.
John Henry Irons: You're right. I can't
Uncle Joe: [referring to a hammer] I did the ironwork myself, I especially like the shaft.