Dame Edna is that rarest sighting in our time of the absolute comic, an inspired personification of caprice whose comedy answered the primal call to take the audience for a tumble.
[Blake finds Gordon on the police station roof next to the broken Bat-signal]
John Blake: Sir, Congressman Gilly's wife has been calling in. Apparently the Congressman never made it home after the Wayne Foundation event.
Jim Gordon: That's a job for the police.
John Blake: When you and Dent cleaned up the streets, you cleaned
them good. Pretty soon we'll be chasing down uh... overdue library books. And yet, here you are, like we're still at war.
Jim Gordon: What's your name, son?
John Blake: Blake, sir.
Jim Gordon: You got something you wanna ask me, Officer Blake?
John Blake: It's about that night, this night, eight years
ago. The night Dent died, the last confirmed sighting of the Batman. He murders those people, takes down two SWAT teams, breaks Dent's neck and then just... vanishes?
Jim Gordon: I'm not hearing a question, son.
John Blake: Don't you wanna know who he was?
[Gordon looks at the broken Bat -Signal for a moment]
Jim
Gordon: I know exactly who he was. He was the Batman.
[starts walking]
Jim Gordon: Let's go see about the Congressman's wife.