Alfred: Thank Heavens, Master Robin. I despaired of ever seeing you again.
Robin: The despair was mutual, Alfred.
Batgirl: That Anti-Lethal-Fog Batspray is working, Batman.
Batman: Yes, I always carry some in my utility belt, along with the... Bat-file.
Batgirl: It worked!
Batman: Yes, there's more to old Indian Fakir tricks than one might suspect.
Batgirl: And concentration, magnified by the power of yoga?
Batman: Yes, yes, that's enough talking, Batgirl. Up you go.
Superintendent Watson: Well, this is a jolly little beanfest. Take his Lordship and her Ladyship and these... these girlships to the tombs.