Of course. I read about it in my economics class.

Why, if I did that I'd be in jail the rest of my life.

Just a little device I built in my spare time at the prison machine shop.

Impossible, my dear sheriff of Gothamham My number's unlisted.

- Yes, my liege. - Draw!

- My clothes, sir? - Mm-hmm.

Thou hast destroyed my audience.

Something's rotten in Gotham, and it's right here, in phony money!

My fellow citizens of Gotham City...

Keep in touch, won't you?

- That's brilliant, sire, brilliant. - Excellent, my liege.

- You'll have to change your clothes. - My...?

Allow me to offer you my hearty handclasp.

I doff my cowl to you, Maid Marilyn.

Thou hast smashed my ego-making machine asunder...

They say there's something rotten in Denmark.

my latest survey tells me that the armored can...

Aunt Harriet, something's come up that requires my attention.

We're not here to discuss my wardrobe, Mr. Dale.

- I'm afraid we're in for it now, Master Robin. - Bruce will be with us in a minute, Alfred.