Cop: Holy smoke!
Batman: Quick, officers, cut us out of here before the power comes on.
Robin: Or that's what we'll be, just holy smokes!
Gordon: A mobile slot machine/torture van. A possession of such a vehicle violates 17 separate statutes.
Nick: Why you gorgeous dumb hunk of cheerleader. Couldn't you see? That guy is strictly a phony!
Susie: What do you mean?
Nick: Already had two packs today, eh. My blind grandmother could see. That guy never had a weed in his hand in his life!
Susie: Good gravy.
Joker: A special extra bonus. A half-pint of the most exquisite imported Canadian perfume.
Susie: Wow, Canadian perfume!