Robin: Holy metronome! What a fate. Punched into piano player rolls.
Batman: True, Robin, scarcely an end I'd ever anticipate. Life, a cupful of surprises to the last drop.
Batman: A new super-criminal with a plan for getting the entire Wayne fortune. To put it pithily, this Fingers fits like a glove.
Robin: The masher, I'll fix him!
Batman: Hold it, old chum. We mustn't give ourselves away.
Robin: Self-control is sure tough sometimes, Batman.
Batman: All virtues are, old chum. Indeed, that's why they're virtues.