Never start with the head. The victim gets all fuzzy. He can’t feel the next… See?
This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.
Now, our operation is small but there is a lot of potential for aggressive expansion. So which of you fine gentlemen would like to join our team? Oh. There’s only one spot open right now, so we’re gonna have… tryouts.
I had a vision of a world without Batman. The Mob ground out a little profit and the police tried to shut them down one block at a time. And it was so boring. I’ve had a change of heart. I don’t want Mr Reese spoiling everything but why should I have all the fun? Let’s give someone else a chance. If Coleman Reese isn’t dead in 60 minutes then I blow up a hospital.
I just want my phone call.
You see, I’m a guy of simple taste. I enjoy dynamite and gunpowder and gasoline.
Do I really look like a guy with a plan?
No, no, no, I kill the bus driver.
It’s simple. We, uh, kill the Batman.
You want order in Gotham. Batman must take off his mask and turn himself in. Oh, and every day he doesn’t, people will die. Starting tonight. I’m a man of my word.
I believe whatever doesn’t kill you simply makes you… stranger.
You have nothing, nothing to threaten me with. Nothing to do with all your strength.
If you’re good at something, never do it for free.
How about a magic trick? I’m gonna make this pencil disappear. Ta-da!
And as for the television’s so-called plan, Batman has no jurisdiction.
I know why you choose to have your little, ahem… group-therapy sessions in broad daylight. I know why you’re afraid to go out at night. The Batman.
This town deserves a better class of criminal and I’m gonna give it to them. Tell your men they work for me now. This is my city.
Do you wanna know why I use a knife? Guns are too quic…