Alfred Pennyworth: Will you be heading back to Princeton after the hearing, sir, or can I persuade you to stay on for a day or two?
Bruce Wayne: I'm not heading back at all.
Alfred Pennyworth: You don't like it there?
Bruce Wayne: I like it fine. They just don't feel the same way.
Alfred
Pennyworth: I've prepared the master bedroom.
Bruce Wayne: No. My room will be fine.
Alfred Pennyworth: With all due respect, sir, Wayne Manor is your house.
Bruce Wayne: No, Alfred, it's my father's house.
Alfred Pennyworth: Your father is dead, Master Wayne.
Bruce
Wayne: And this place is a mausoleum. If I have my way, I'll pull the damn thing down brick by brick.
Alfred Pennyworth: This house, Master Wayne, has sheltered six generations of your family.
Bruce Wayne: Why do you give a damn, Alfred? It's not your family.
Alfred Pennyworth: I give a damn, because a good man once
made me responsible for what was most precious to him in the whole world. Miss Dawes has offered to drive you to the hearing. She probably hopes to talk you out of going.
Bruce Wayne: Should I just bury the past out there with my parents, Alfred?
Alfred Pennyworth: I wouldn't presume to tell you what to do with your past, sir. Just know that there
are those of us who care about what you do with your future.
Bruce Wayne: Haven't given up on me yet?
Alfred Pennyworth: Never.
Batman: [has laid a snare-trap which yanks Flass by his leg 70 feet into the air] Where were the other drugs going?
Flass: I never knew. I don't know. I swear to God...
Batman: Swear to *me*!
[He rapidly lowers a screaming Flass and then yanks him back up]
Flass: I don't... I don't know. I never knew.
Never. They went to some guy for a couple of days before they went to the dealers.
Batman: Why?
Flass: There was something... Something else in the drugs... something hidden.
Batman: What?
Flass: I never went to the drop-off point. It was in the Narrows. Cops only go there when they're in force.
Batman: Do I look like a cop?
Flass: No...!
[rapidly lowers Flass once more before dropping him to the ground]
Alfred Pennyworth: [referring to ordering the separate cowl pieces from Asia] They'll have to be, uh, large orders, uh, to avoid suspicion.
Bruce Wayne: How large?
Alfred Pennyworth: Say, uh, 10,000.
Bruce Wayne: Well, at least we'll have spares.
[Alfred smashes a prototype cowl with a baseball bat]
Alfred Pennyworth: It's a problem with the graphite, sir. The next 10,000 will be up to specifications.
Bruce Wayne: At least they gave us a discount.
Alfred Pennyworth: Quite. In the, uh, meantime, Sir, may I suggest you try to avoid landing on your head?
Rachel Dawes: [looking at the ruins of the burned down Wayne Manor] What will you do?
Bruce Wayne: Rebuild it. Just the way it was, brick for brick.
Alfred Pennyworth: *Just* the way it was, sir?
Bruce Wayne: Yeah. Why?
Alfred Pennyworth: I thought this might be a good opportunity for
improving the foundations.
Bruce Wayne: In the south-east corner?
Alfred Pennyworth: Precisely, sir.
Bruce Wayne: Don't turn around. You're a good cop, one of the few.
Jim Gordon: What do you want?
Bruce Wayne: Carmine Falcone brings in shipments of drugs every week, no one brings him down, why?
Jim Gordon: He's paid up with the right people.
Bruce Wayne: What will it take to bring him
down?
Jim Gordon: Leverage on Judge Faden, and a DA brave enough to prosecute.
Bruce Wayne: Rachel Dawes.
Jim Gordon: Who are you?
Bruce Wayne: Watch for my sign.
Jim Gordon: You're just one man?
Bruce Wayne: Now we're two.
Jim
Gordon: We?
[meeting someone introduced as Ra's al Ghul]
Bruce Wayne: You're not Ra's al Ghul. I watched him die.
Henri Ducard: [from behind Bruce Wayne] But is Ra's al Ghul immortal?
[Bruce turns around to face Ducard]
Henri Ducard: Are his methods supernatural?
Bruce Wayne: [to Ducard] Or cheap parlor
tricks to conceal your true identity, "Ra's"?
Henri Ducard: Surely, a man who spends his nights scrambling over the rooftops of Gotham wouldn't begrudge me dual identities?
Bruce Wayne: I saved your life.
Henri Ducard: I warned you about compassion, Bruce.
Carmine Falcone: [feigning insanity] Yeah, Doctor Crane, I can't take it anymore. It's all too much. "The walls are closing in." Blah, blah, blah. Couple more days of this food, it'll be true.
Dr. Jonathan Crane: What do you want?
Carmine Falcone: I want to know how you're gonna convince me to keep my mouth shut.
Dr.
Jonathan Crane: About what? You don't know anything.
Carmine Falcone: I know you don't want the police to take a closer look at the drugs they seized. And I know about your experiments with the inmates of your nuthouse. See, I don't go into business with a guy without finding out his dirty secrets. And those goons you used - I own the muscle in this town. Now, I've
been bringing your stuff in for months, so whatever he's planning, it's big, and I want in.
Dr. Jonathan Crane: Well, I already know what he'll say: that we should kill you.
Carmine Falcone: [chuckling] No, even he can't get me in here. Not in my town.
Dr. Jonathan Crane: [sighs, then matter-of-factly] Would you like to see my
mask? I use it in my experiments.
[takes out the Scarecrow mask]
Dr. Jonathan Crane: Now, probably not very frightening to a guy like you, but these crazies, they can't stand it.
[he puts it on]
Carmine Falcone: So when did the nut take over the nuthouse?
[Crane sprays fear gas into Falcone's face; Falcone begins to scream in
terror as the gas takes effect: Crane's voice is altered, and the mask appears to move like a real face]
The Scarecrow: They scream, and they cry. Much as you're doing now.
[Cuts to later outside Falcone's cell. He is still screaming]
Dr. Jonathan Crane: Well, he's not faking, not that one. I'll talk to the judge and see if I can get him moved
to the secure wing at Arkham. I can't treat him here.
Bhutanese Prison Guard #1: [as Bruce Wayne is being pulled away from a prison rumble by the guards] Solitary!
Bruce Wayne: Why?
Bhutanese Prison Guard #1: For protection!
Bruce Wayne: I don't need protection!
Bhutanese Prison Guard #1: Protection for them!
[shows the groaning
prisoners Bruce has beaten up]
Rachel Dawes: The DA couldn't understand why Judge Faden insisted on making the hearing public. Falcone paid him off to get Chill out in the open.
Bruce Wayne: Maybe I should be thanking them.
Rachel Dawes: You don't mean that.
Bruce Wayne: What if I do Rachel? My parents deserved justice.
Rachel Dawes: You're not talking about justice. You're talking about revenge.
Bruce Wayne: Sometimes they're the same.
Rachel Dawes: No, they're never the same, Bruce. Justice is about harmony. Revenge is about you making yourself feel better. Which is why we have an impartial system.
Bruce Wayne: Your system
is broken.
Rachel Dawes: [Rachel makes a sharp turn] You care about justice? Look beyond your own pain, Bruce. This city is rotting. People talk about the depression as if its history, and it's not. Things are worse than ever down here. Falcone floods our streets with crime and drugs, preying on the desperate, creating new Joe Chills every day. Falcone not have killed your
parents Bruce, but he's destroying everything they stood for.
[She parks in front of a building]
Rachel Dawes: You wanna thank him for that, here you go. We all know where to find him, but as long as he keeps the bad people rich and the good people scared no one will touch him. Good people like your parents who will stand against injustice, they're gone. What chance
does Gotham have when the good people do nothing?
Bruce Wayne: I'm not one of your good people, Rachel.
Rachel Dawes: What do you mean?
Bruce Wayne: All these years I wanted to kill him.
[reveals his gun]
Bruce Wayne: Now I can't.
Rachel Dawes: [Rachel slaps him twice]
Your father would be ashamed of you.
[Rachel grabs a gun to protect herself and a little boy from escaped asylum inmates]
Little Boy: Batman will save us. He'll come. He'll come.
Rachel Dawes: [raises gun and shields the boy's face] Don't peek.
[Batman drops from above, grabs them and lifts them to safety]
Little Boy: I told you he'd come.
Batman: Taste of your own medicine, doctor?
[gasses Crane with fear toxin]
Batman: What was your plan? Crane! Who are you working for?
Dr. Jonathan Crane: [terrified] ... Ra's. Ra's Al Ghul!
Batman: Ra's Al Ghul is dead. Who are you working for? Crane!
Dr. Jonathan Crane: Dr.
Crane isn't here right now, but if you'd like to make an appointment...
The Scarecrow: [riding through a riot on a hooded horse] There's nothing to fear but fear itself!