Alfred: Excuse me, sir, your crate is safely aboard.
Bruce: Thank you, Alfred.
Barbara: I saw that immense thing with your name stenciled on it on the pier. What in the world do you have in it?
Bruce: Just because we're traveling, I don't think that Dick should neglect his studies, so we've brought along a thousand key works of literature, his biological specimens, and also his own desk.
Dick: Yes, I expect to study hard.
Barbara: It's a good thing you're going by ship, Dick.
Prudence: It's supposed to be a finishing school. We're being finished all right, with an M.S. degree.
Prudence: Mistresses of Shoplifting. That's what Lady Peasoup meant about using our wits.
Robin: Holy contributing to the delinquency of minors!
Robin: Holy show-ups, that Batgirl!
Batman: She does make a colorful reinforcement all right, although I don't want her to think we can't fight our own battles.
Robin: Gosh, no, Batman! But what do you suppose she's doing in Londinium? And where do you suppose she went?
Batman: I can't answer the first question, Robin, and I've never been able to answer the second.