(removing a mold)
The Riddler: I must say, this youth's face makes an excellent impression.
Molly: You sure are a card, Riddler.
The Riddler: Yes, my pretty. In this little game, I'm the Ace of Trumps.
The Riddler: (on the phone to Batman) Riddle me twice, Batman. What kind of pins are used in soup?
Robin: Terrapins, Batman!
The Riddler: Very good... what was Joan of Arc made of?
Robin: (thinking) Joan of Arc was...
Batman: Maid of Orleans.
The Riddler: That's right! And that's where you'll find him... happy hunting, Batman!
Batman: Poor deluded girl. If only she'd have let me save her. What a terrible way to go-go.
The Riddler: Molly should of been back by now with Batman's scalp... I wonder what went awry?
Robin: You went awry, Riddler, years ago... don't you know crime doesn't pay?
The Riddler: Ha ha ha, ho ho ho , Hey hey hey! (Batman bursts in)
Robin: Holy smoke!!!
Batman: Surrender, you rat!'
The Riddler: Did you hear about Greta Garbo? She dreamed one night she sprinkled six boxes of grass seed in her hair and woke up moaning: "I vant to be a lawn!"