Riddler: Be still, my throbbing heart. My My fondest dreams come true... Batman and Robin dead. Dead! Dead! My cup runneth over. Up scope.
Moth: Can we forget about them now and go find that lost treasure?
Riddler: Oh, let me savor this moment. It's so divine. Seeing Batman and Robin dead is more important than any treasure.
Moth: More important than all those Incan baubles, bangles, and beads? Not to me it ain't.
Riddler: Impatience, thy name is "woman."