Batman

Riddler: You and your trained, exploding shark! Penguin: How was I to know they'd have a can of shark- repellent Bat-spray handy?

(posing as Kitka) Catwoman: If you please, to take off the mask to give the better picture? Commissioner Gordon: Great Scott! Batman take off his mask? Chief O'Hara: The woman must be mad! Batman: Please... Chief O'Hara... all of you. This young lady is a stranger to our shores. Her request is not unnatural, however, impossible to grant. Catwoman: Impossible? Batman: Indeed. If Robin and I were to remove our masks, the secret of our true identities would be revealed. Commissioner Gordon: Completely destroying their value as ace crimefighters.

Joker: A joke a day, keeps the gloom away!

Robin: That crazy missile! It wrote two more riddles before it blew up! Batman: What goes up white and comes down yellow and white? Robin: An egg! Batman: How do you divide seventeen apples among sixteen people? Robin: Make applesauce! Batman: Apples into applesauce - A unification into one smooth mixture. An egg - nature's perfect container. The container of all our hopes for the future. Robin: A unification and a container of hope? United World Organization! Batman: Precisely, Robin! And there's a special meeting of the Security Council today. If what I fear is true... Robin: Wow! Let's commandeer a taxi! Batman: No, Robin. Not at this time of day. Luckily, we're in tip-top condition. It'll be faster if we run. Let's go!

Batman: What has yellow skin and writes? Robin: A ball-point banana! Batman: What people are always in a hurry? Robin: Rushing people... Russians! Batman: So this means... Robin: Someone Russian is going to slip on a banana and break their neck! Batman: Precisely, Robin!

Riddler: Question: Who's going to make the feathers fly and knock Batman and Robin out of the sky?

Catwoman: You're going to see the purr-fect crime, when I get Batman in my claws!

Batman: Bon Voyage, Pussy.

Narrator: This yacht is bringing a revolutionary scientific invention to Gotham City. On a peaceful afternoon motor ride, millionaire Bruce Wayne and his youthful ward Dick Grayson have been summoned back to Wayne Manor by an urgent but anonymous call for help; the invention AND its custodian are reported in grave danger aboard the yacht! Never ones to shirk responsibility, Bruce and Dick, with characteristic speed and resolve, descend promptly into The Batcave, and then, as they have done many times before, as BATMAN AND ROBIN, courageous warriors against crime, they are off once again to the rescue!

Robin: When you think, Batman, with those four supercrooks hangin' around, it's amazing somebody hasn't already reported this place to the police! Batman: It's a low neighborhood, full of rumpots. They're used to curious sights, which they attribute to alcoholic delusions. Robin: Gosh, drink is sure a filthy thing, isn't it? I'd rather be dead than unable to trust my own eyes!

Robin: Gosh, drinking's sure a filthy thing isn't it? I'd rather be dead than unable to trust my own eyes. Batman: Uhuh.

Batman: Who knows, Robin? This strange mixing of minds may be the greatest single service ever performed for humanity! Let's go, but, inconspicuously, through the window. We'll use our Batropes. Our job is finished.

Batman: They may be drinkers, Robin, but they're still human beings.

Batman: The Riddler is loose to plague us with his criminal conundrums.

Batman: Some days, you just can't git rid of a bomb.

Commissioner Gordon: It could be any one of them... But which one? Which ones? Batman: Pretty fishy what happened to me on that ladder... Commissioner Gordon: You mean where there's a fish there could be a Penguin? Robin: But wait! It happened at sea... Sea. C for Catwoman! Batman: Yet, an exploding shark was pulling my leg... Commissioner Gordon: The Joker! Chief O'Hara: All adds up to a sinister riddle... Riddle-R. Riddler! Commissioner Gordon: A thought strikes me... So dreadful I scarcely dare give it utterance... Batman: The four of them... Their forces combined... Robin: Holy nightmare!

Vice Admiral Fangschliester: Your tone sounds rather grim. We haven't done anything foolish, have we? Batman: Disposing a pre-atomic submarines to persons who don't even leave their full addresses... Good day, Admiral! Vice Admiral Fangschliester: Gosh!