Alfred: Thank goodness, Master Robin. I despaired of ever seeing you again.
Robin: The despair was mutual, Alfred.
Narrator: [narrating] Meanwhile, back in the dungeon...
Batgirl: That Anti-Lethal-Fog Batspray is working, Batman.
Batman: Yes, I always carry some in my utility belt, along with the... Bat-file.
[whips it out]
Batgirl: It worked!
Batman: Yes, there's more to old Indian Fakir tricks than one might suspect.
Batgirl: And concentration, magnified by the power of yoga?
Batman: Yes, yes, that's enough talking Batgirl. Up you go.
Batman: [holding up a device] My pipe of fog Bat-reversor, your lordship. You'll catch us flatfooted again.
Superintendent Watson: [Superintendent Watson and Commissioner Gordon arrive on the scene] Well, this is a jolly little beanfest. Take his Lordship and her Ladyship and these... these girlships to the tombs.
Robin: [responding to Batman's Indian rope trick] Holy levitation!
Lady Penelope Peasoup: But, Marmaduke, haven't we better hurry? What with Robin out on the lawn and Batman coming up the drive?
Lord Marmaduke Ffogg: When the death bee stings the Boy Wonder, he'll be out on the lawn forever. And Digby, Scudder and Basil can handle Batman.
Lady Penelope Peasoup: Well, they didn't before.
Lord Marmaduke Ffogg: Since that little incident, I've given them a severe talking to.
Robin: [completely listless] Why don't I perish here? It's closer.