Jervis: Imagine, shearing Batman like a rabbit. Or stretching him into any form I wish. Or shrinking him and sizing him. Why, I--I'll make him into a sun bonnet. Or a ten-gallon hat or a fez. A fez! Yes, a fez. I'll dye him red. I'll buy myself a camel and go riding off into the desert wearing a tribal chieftain's flowing robes. And Batman on my head.
Dicer: He's flipped his lid.
Jervis: What's he talking about, Cappy? My idle flights of fancy, my little daydreams? They're nothing more than that, believe me. I'm a very practical man.