Mugger: Don’t kill me, man – don’t kill me!
Batman: I’m not going to kill you. I want you to do me a favor. I want you to tell all your friends about me.
Mugger: Who are you?
Batman: I’m Batman.
Joker: I have given a name to my pain, and it is Batman.
Vicki Vale: What do you want?
The Joker: Oh, little song, little dance, Batman’s head on a lance…
Alfred: I have little desire to spend my few remaining years grieving for the loss of old friends. Or their sons.
Vicki Vale: You’re insane!
Joker: I thought I was a Pisces!
Joker: Never rub another man’s rhubarb.
Vicki Vale: I just gotta know, are we going to try to love each other?
Bruce Wayne: I’d like to. But he’s out there right now, and I’ve gotta go to work.
Joker: Where does he get those wonderful toys?
Joker: It’s me, suger bums.
Grisim: Oh, oh Jack, thank god, I’d heard you’d been…..
Joker: FRIED, is that what you heard? You set me up over a woman, a WOMAN! You must be insane…don’t bother.
Grisim: Your life won’t be worth spit!
Joker: I’ve been dead once already, its very liberating, you should think of it as, therapy.
Grisim: Jack, listen, maybe we can cut a deal.
Joker: Jack? Jack is dead my friend, you can call me Joker. And as you can see, I’m a lot happier.
Joker: Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?