*way* Quotes

[Poison Ivy is disguised as Pamela Isley. She addresses Gordon with her back to him]
Poison Ivy: [Over] ... Comissioner Gordon.
Commissioner James Gordon: [He acknowledges her] Yes?
Poison Ivy: [She faces him in turn, seductively] I've always wondered... where does that big, old Bat-light come from?
[She blows a cloud

of love-dust in his face from an ivy-leaf compact; Gordon is suddenly enamoured by her]
Commissioner James Gordon: [Struggling to keep his composure] Why... it's... right on top of police headquarters!
Poison Ivy: [Ivy beams seductively as she leads Gordon away like a puppy dog] I'd just *love* to see it! But you probably don't have access...

Commissioner James Gordon: [Gordon falls for her trap] Why, dear lady...
Commissioner James Gordon: *I*... am the comissioner of the police, I have the keys...
[he takes them out from his jacket]
Commissioner James Gordon: right here in my pocket. Would you like to see it?
[Ivy towers over Gordon. Slowly she opens the

case once more and languidly blows another cloud into the police chief's face; fully entrancing him into a love-drunk stupor]
Commissioner James Gordon: [weakly as Ivy claims the keys from his hand] Who *are* you, dear lady...?
[Her goal earned, Ivy prepares to administer the coup de grace. She leans in for a kiss]
Poison Ivy: [Stopping short]

On second thought, you're *way* too old for me!
Commissioner James Gordon: [watching vainly as Ivy dashes off, leaving him alone] No, I'm not... Please... come back...

John Coleman: She could've picked it up anywhere. Hell, she probably picked it up at school.
Kate Coleman: No, this wasn't something she overheard; I mean, she knew what it meant.
John Coleman: Huh.
Kate Coleman: And, and babe, the *way* she said it, is, I don't even think she expected to get in trouble over

it.
John Coleman: Well... we'll talk to her about it tonight.
Kate Coleman: [sighs] Fine...
John Coleman: Well, what did you have in mind?
Kate Coleman: Thought we could take her to Dr. Browning.
John Coleman: [chuckles] I don't think we need to take her to the shrink quite yet.

Kate Coleman: Well, you know, we just don't know that much about her, I mean... for all we know the, the family she stayed with could've been like, "Pass the fuckin' potatoes" at dinnertime.
[John laughs]
Kate Coleman: I, just, that she's saying it to my face, what's she saying when we're not there? I don't want her exerting that kind of

influence over Max.
John Coleman: Anyway, I just don't wanna make a big deal out of one little dirty word.
Kate Coleman: Fine... fuckin' spend some time with her, then.
John Coleman: A'ight, bitch.

Chris: I can't compete with this guy!
Clark: You can't compete? Are you kidding? You're Chris Brander. You're Hollywood, you date models! He's Jersey, he skis in his jeans. It's Dinkleman. It's Dusty Dinkleman.
Chris: Dinkleman?
Clark: Dinkleman.
Chris: Dinkleman?

Clark: *Dinkleman.*
Chris: Dinkleman.
Clark: Dinkleman's going down.
Chris: Dinkleman is going *way* down.