Batman: Mr. Freeze, give yourself up. We can get help for you... medical help!
Freeze: In prison? This I do not believe. No, you must PAY for what you did to me, for forcing me to live like this: never again to know the warmth of a summer breeze, never to feel the heat of burning logs in vintertime! Revenge. That is what I need! Revenge! I will have revenge!
Batman: [to Mr. Freeze] Naturally you didn't know I was wearing my special super thermal B long underwear.
Batman: Robin, this is one time I'll have to go it alone.
Freeze: [Batman has attempted to leave the heated area of Mr. Freeze's hideout] You see? Even through your glove the cold air penetrates like a thousand needles. Am I not right?
[Batman remains silent]
Freeze: I am right!
Batman: You're right, you cold fish.
Freeze: [Batman and Robin are unwilling guests at Mr. Freeze's diner table] Come come, you two. You've scarcely said two words to each other the whole meal. What's the matter, you don't like the roast beef? Oh, I know, it's the spinach.
Freeze: Ah! Baked Alaska, my favorite desert. We will have with it, eh, some of this very special liquor. Chilled ever so slightly. Eh, ten seconds in my hands cools it properly. Eh, thirty seconds for champagne and one minute for Martini, nice and cold... ja.
Batman: None for me, thank you.
Freeze: Oh, I am sorry, I forgot you do not drink.
Freeze: [a newscast announces Batman and Robin's survival] Ah, Batman. You still live, but only for a short time. I now have the most precious diamond of all in my possession, and to get it back you must die. Die. Die!
Robin: [shivering with cold] Sorry. Slipped on a Baked Alaska!
Batman: [rubbing Robin with both hands to warm him up] You tried! That's the true measure of a man. Whether you win or lose, you tried.
Freeze: [holding up Batman's utility belt] Is this what you are looking for? Very ingenious, this utility belt; batrope, batarang, explosives, gas pellets, and other things... such imagination! A most useful thing to have... *when* you have it!
Batman: Mr. Freeze!
Batman: How much do you want for Diamante's release?
Freeze: How much I want?
Freeze: Nothing! Not one single mark, I mean, uh, red cent! No money! None!
Batman: Then what?
Freeze: Simple! Very simple! I will trade even! One baseball pitcher for... one Batman!