Batman: Remember, Riddler, you can't buy friends with money.
The Riddler: With money, who needs friends?
Moth: Aww, it does seem a shame.
The Riddler: Moth... if you expect to get anywhere in this archcriminal game, you can't be soft. You must learn to control your emotions.
The Riddler: Be still, my throbbing heart. My My fondest dreams come true... Batman and Robin dead. Dead! Dead! My cup runneth over. Up scope.
Moth: Can we forget about them now and go find that lost treasure?
The Riddler: Oh, let me savor this moment. It's so divine. Seeing Batman and Robin dead is more important than any treasure.
Moth: More important than all those Incan baubles, bangles, and beads? Not to me it ain't.
The Riddler: Impatience, thy name is Woman.
The Riddler: How could a sarcophagus be so hard to find?
Tallow: Gee, boss, I don't even know what an esophagus looks like.
The Riddler: You lied to me, Boy Wonder!
Batman: A little white lie is excusable when dealing with the likes of you, you black-hearted scoundrel!
Batman: Robin, are you all right?
Robin: I'm just a little sore, Batman, that's all.
Batman: Well, one of Aunt Harriet's good nourishing meals should set everything right again.
Robin: I sure worked up an appetite, I'll tell you that!
Moth: Oh, Batman, Moth's learned her lesson. Really she has. Crime doesn't pay!
Batman: Unfortunately you learned your lesson too late, Moth. A moth that plays around candles is bound to be get burned.