Mr. Freeze: As soon as that tube is completely frost-covered, which will mean that the caped crackpots are ready and chilling, then I will activate this vaporizing pipe-pump and Batman and Robin will be a permanent part of the ice-rink upstairs!
Robin: Holy escape hatch!
Batman: Yes, Robin, most refrigeration systems as large as this one in the Bruce Wayne Ice Arena have emergency exits.
Robin: It's lucky you remembered the one behind that vaporizing tube when you did.
Batman: You're seldom wrong, old chum, but a split second is longer than you realize.
Robin: Long enough for Mr. Freeze, so that he split too I see.
Batman: No doubt taking Professor Isaacson with him and his frosty convederates and Emma Strunk.
Robin: You mean Glacia Glaze?
Batman: No Robin, Emma Strunk.
Robin: [raises voice] No, you mean Glacia Glaze!
Batman: [raises voice also] No, Emma Strunk! Glacia Glaze is far too charming a pseudonym for one of her chilling corruption.
Robin: To the Batcave?
Batman: And up the Batpoles.
Robin: The Batpoles?
Batman: [stifling a yawn] Even crime fighters need their sleep, Robin.
Mr. Freeze: Fifty million dollars is not to be sneezed at. Of course, I never catch cold.
Commissioner Gordon: [speaking into intercom] Eh, Bonnie, please call my daughter Barbara at college, ask her to take a later plane home. I want to meet her, of course, but I have some cool facts to face before I get to the airport.
Professor Isaacson: [on seeing Batman & Robin enter] Salvation!
[runs to the closest Ice-ladder and starts to climb]
Mr. Freeze: How did you keep from being vaporized? How did you land outside the iceberg and get on it without me seeing you? How did you find ze entrance to the ice-ladders?
Glacia Glaze: Oh, darling, stop spitting ice-cubes!
Robin: Where'd you get a live fish, Batman?
Batman: A true crime fighter always carries everything he needs in his utility belt, Robin.