(Cackling)
(Chuckling)
Here's a good one!
- No, no, noo!
*There*... is a good one.
Leave that, Master Dick. I'll attend to it. (Clears throat)
- I'm not used to being waited on, Al.
Please! Don't shoot me, please!
[Henchman] Don't you eyeball me! Gimme that!
[Riddler] Hey, Two-Face! Show me how to punch a guy!
It's dirt simple, my boy!
Ball up the fist, reach way back, and assert yourself.
Aagh! - Ooogh!
That looks like fun! Let me try, let me try!
- Ball up the fist. - Ball up the fist!
- Reach way back. And assert yourself. - Reach way back...
- Reach way back. And assert yourself. - Reach way back... errARGH!
- Reach way back. And assert yourself. - Reach way back... errARGH! OW!
One hundred thousand, two hundred and twenty...
One hundred and th...
I lost count! (Laughing)
And in Gotham last night - another robbery perpetrated by the city's green suited menace,
resulting in millions in diamonds stolen, with no sign of Batman.
Teamed with Two-Face, this new criminal's pattern of marking his crimes with puzzles
has Gothamites calling him... "The Riddler".
Apparently, you and Batman have a common enemy.
That was with the morning mail.
"The eight of us go forth, not back, to protect our King from a foe's attack".
Chess pawns. Clock. Matches.
All physical objects, man-made.
- Small in size, light in weight.
- What's the connection?
With all due respect, sir, I think that's why they call him "The Riddler".
May I help you, Master Grayson?
How come this is the only locked door around this museum?
What do you got back there?
Master Wayne's dead wives.
The silver closet. On your way.
[Edward] Now YOU... can be part of the action!
Nygmatech brings the joy of 3-D entertainment into your *living room*!
Ladies and Gentlemen, let me tell you...
...my vision:
The Box - in every home in America...
...and one day, the world!
[Newscaster] In local news, Edward Nygma's 3-D Box has become the rage of Gotham.
Rioting occurred last night at electronic stores, which were sold out.
There is hardly a home without the Nygmatech Box.
Critics have claimed the Box turns Gothamites into zombies,
but Edward Nygma just shrugs, "That's what they said when TV was invented."
Master Dick?
Up here, Al.
Just checking, young sir!
[Alfred opens door]
Now!
Ugh! Whoa! Ah!
AAGH!
[loudspeaker, repetitive] "Intruder alert."