Alfred Pennyworth: Will you be wanting the Batpod, sir?
Bruce Wayne: In the middle of the day, Alfred? Not very subtle.
Alfred: The Lamborghini, then. Much more subtle.
Bruce Wayne: Today you get to tell me 'I told you so'.
Alfred Pennyworth: Today, sir, I don't want to.
[They walk towards the lift for a few moments. Alfred leans toward Bruce.]
Alfred Pennyworth: ...But I did bloody tell you.
Lucius Fox: Anything else you can trouble me for?
Bruce Wayne: I need a new suit.
Lucius: Yeah. Three buttons is a little 90's, Mr. Wayne.
Bruce: I'm not talking fashion, Mr. Fox, so much as function.
Lucius: [Looking at new batsuit design] You wanna be able to turn your head.
Bruce: Sure make backing out the driveway easier.
Maxton: I heard you resigned from the Scouts.
Jim: I've become an atheist.
Jim: Amatus sum, amatus es, amatus est.
Jim: I can't remember what my parents look like.
Jim: Are you with the American Fleet?
Frank: American Fleet! Looks like you lost your shirt kid.
Jim: If the Americans land, the Japanese will fight.
Dr. Rawlins: You admire the Japanese?
Jim: Well, they're brave, aren't they?
Dr. Rawlins: That's important, is it, Jim?
Jim: It's a good thing if you want to win a war.
Dr. Rawlins: But we don't want them to win, do we. Remember, we're British.
Jim: Yes. I've never been there.
Mary: Let me ask you something. Why are you alive?
John Preston: I'm alive... I live... To safeguard the continuity of this great society. To serve Libria.
Mary: It's circular. You exist to continue your existence. What's the point?
John Preston: What's the point of your existence?
Mary: To feel. 'Cause you've never done it, you can never know it. But it's as vital as breath. And without it, without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock... Ticking.
John Preston: I'll do what I can to see they go easy on you.
Partridge: We both know they never "go easy."
John Preston: Then, I'm sorry.
Partridge: No, you're not. You don't even know the meaning. Its just a vestigial word for a feeling you've never felt.
John Preston: You expecting resistance?
Brandt: It's something you'll find about me, Cleric. I am a weary person. Cautious by nature. Always expecting the worst.
Brandt: What are you doing?
John Preston: I'm rearranging my desk.
Bradnt: You didn't like the way it was before?
John Preston: I had no feeling about it. I'm merely attempting to optimize.
John Preston: Then I have no choice but to remand you to the Palace of Justice for processing.
Mary: Processing. You mean execution, don't you?
John Preston: Processing.
John Preston: You're an offender!
Reading Room Proprietor: I'm not!
John Preston: No? Then why are you so scared of me?
John Preston: Why didn't you just leave it for the evidentiary team to collect and log?
Partridge: They miss things sometimes. I thought I'd take it down myself. Get it done properly.
Partridge: How long, Preston... 'till all this is gone? 'Till we've burned every last bit of it?
John Preston: Resources are tight. We'll get it all eventually.
John Preston: Every time we come from the nethers to the city, it reminds me why we do what we do.
Partridge: It does?
John Preston: I beg your pardon?
[Partridge injects his Prozium.]
Partridge: It does.
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