Mary Louise Dahl: Why don't they ever understand? I'm not a baby. I'm not a child! I'm just... different!
Judge: Have you anything to say before I pass judgment?
Killer Croc: Yeah. I'm a victim of prejudice. Look at me. Nobody understands how rough my life's been, just 'cause I'm... different.
Judge: Nevertheless, it is the judgment of this court that you, Killer Croc, are competent to stand trial for murder in the first degree. Court is adjourned.
Killer Croc: Competent? Competent? That's an insult, you old bag of gas! I'm not just competent... I'm as good as it gets!
Guard: Hey Croc. You got a visitor.
Killer Croc: Get lost.
Mary Louise Dahl: I brought you something. They told me you liked chicken.
[Baby Doll tosses a entire fried chicken into Croc's cell]
Killer Croc: What do you want?
Mary Louise Dahl: I heard what you said to the judge. I want you to know that I understand about being different. You've never let the way you look undermine your self-confidence. I admire that. I feel somehow that we're kindred spirits.
Killer Croc: Too bad we didn't meet sooner, babe. They're sending me up the river tomorrow night. My number's up.
Mary Louise Dahl: Don't lose hope. Maybe fate will take a hand.
Killer Croc: Hey, babe. I'm home.
Baby Doll: Crocy-Wockle!
[Baby Doll leaps onto Killer Croc and delivers some kisses]
Baby Doll: Where have you been? Baby misses her precious soo much!
Killer Croc: All right, all right, enough of the mushy stuff. I went out to get our reviews.
[places some newspapers on the table, all of them headlining Killer Croc and Baby Doll's crime sprees. Baby Doll notices one with the headline "Gotham's Bonnie and Clyde"]
Baby Doll: Ooh! Bonnie and Clyde! How romantic!
Killer Croc: That's nothing, Doll. Even the out-of-town rags like us.
[places down a Daily Planet newspaper. It too headlining Croc and Doll]
Killer Croc: We got the whole city panicked. I love it!
[Croc starts walking towards the exit]
Baby Doll: Where is Crockle going?
Killer Croc: Don't wqrry. I'll be back for dinner.
Baby Doll: No! Baby wanna come! Baby wanna come!
[Killer Croc raises his arm to smack Baby Doll away, but stops and calms down]
Baby Doll: Don't go, precious. We can plan our next job. It's gonna be a whole bunch of fun!
Killer Croc: That's your territory, Doll. I got things to do.