Moth: [about Batman] Oh, he, he looks so handsome beneath that mask.
The Riddler: A diamondback rattlesnake is a handsome creature, too, but dangerous and deadly. Remember, Moth, Batman is our sworn enemy. We can Ill afford such emotions as pity...
Batman: [regaining consciousness] Where am I?
The Riddler: Ah, you could say you're in the proverbial pickle, Batman.
The Riddler: For two people about to become human candles, you have a lot of questions.
Batman: I'm always interested in the way the criminal mind works.
The Riddler: Well then, I'll tell you.
Robin the Boy Wonder: That orange color, doesn't that mean uranium?
Batman: Right on the nose, Robin, you're catching on fast.
Robin the Boy Wonder: [flattered] No kidding? Gee!
The Riddler: [watching as his henchmen melt a stolen wax figure of Batman] Oh, if only this were the real Batman.
The Riddler: Oh, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wished! That his too, too solid flesh would melt and resolve itself into a dew!
Moth: Oh, Riddler honey, that's beautiful!
The Riddler: I wrote it myself.
The Riddler: At last I've found it! This will lead me right to the lost treasure of the Inca's. Every greedy bone in my bodies cries out: hazaa! Hazaaaaaaaaaa!
Robin the Boy Wonder: I can't move my feet! I'm stuck to the floor.
The Riddler: Yes, it's my own concoction, I call it: Dr. Riddler's instant forever stick invisble wax emulsion.
Batman: [Speaking to the librarian] Have you seen any unusual looking people around here?
Miss Prentice: Unusual? In what way, unusual?
Batman: Their garb. For instance, a man wearing a bright green suit with big black question marks on it.
Miss Prentice: Let me think a moment. No, I can't say that I have offhand, but then I see so many people in the course of a day.
Miss Prentice: [to library customer] Now remember: no writing in the margins!
Batman: If only the Riddler's inventive mind could be channeled for good, what a better world this would be.