No, no, no, NO!
[Two-Face] Relax, folks! It's only an old-fashioned, low-tech stickup!
We're interested in the basics:
Cash, jewelry, cellular telephones!
Hand them over nice and quietly, and no one will be hurt.
[Metallic scraping]
Emergency, Alfred.
- Yes, sir.
[Edward] Be calm, everybody!
Just stay calm!
[Dick] Excuse me!
[Edward] You're ruining my big party! Are you *insane*? [Two-Face] (Theatrically savoring alcohol)
We're sick of waiting for you to deliver the Batman, dear boy.
Patience, O Bifurcated One...!
Patience, hell! We want him dead!
And nothing brings out the Batman like a little murder and mayhem, baby.
[Spice giggles] And nothing brings out the Batman like a little murder and mayhem, baby.
Well the least you could have done is let me in on the caper.
We could have organized it; planned it...
Pre-sold the movie rights.
Ha! [Glass breaks]
Batman!
Your entrance was good; his was better.
The difference?
Showmanship.
[Dick] Emergency, Alfred!
- Oh, sir...
I could be fired for this, sir.
Perhaps they'll have me back at Buckingham Palace...
[Henchman laughs evilly]
[Then grunts in pain]
All right, boys! Phase two!
My place. Midnight.
[Two-Face cackles]
Nothing like a bad case of gas! Ha-ha!
Why can't you just die?!