Wow. Suprised someone brought this back. Here's some:
Batman: The Man Who Laughs
GORDON (narration): I get to the scene a little after four a.m., just as they're bringing out the first body. Vincent and Maroni both have nearly twenty years in on the force and they look like they just had their guts ripped out. A paramedic nearly drops the stretcher because he can't stop himself from throwing up. What the hell is happening to my city?
JOKER: Good evening, Gotham and Gothamites everywhere...thought I'd take time out of my oh so busy schedule to say hi and make a few not so veild threats...so, hello, goodbye, you're all going to die! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Sorry, sometimes I just kill me, especially when I think about killing you.
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In fact, if I were a psychic, I'd sya that the bell would certainly be tolling for the tonight at midnight. Oh what the hell, I'll say it anyway--you die at midnight, Henry. And then we can all have a good laugh at your expense.
GORDON (narrating): The strange thing is, I'm glad he's been here. My wife and niece were watching that broadcast with me tonight. I saw their faces. This psychotic has to be stopped, and fast.
"One by one
they'll hear my call,
then this wicked town
will follow my fall."
BATMAN (narrating): They aren't responsible for their actions, I know. I don't care. I count two dead and eight injured. This stops now.
BATMAN (narrating): Hard to believe anyone would kill so many people just to hide a motive, but we're obviously not dealing with a rational mind. So how do I figure out the plans of an insane man? I never prepared for this. I planned for the killers, the muggers, the rapists. Desperate people doing desperate things. But I never imagined something like the Joker.
BATMAN (narrating): I was right about Joker's motives, I just didn't understand the full nature of his desires. His poem explained it perfectly, though... He'd get personal revenge on the people who made him what he is. And then the whole city would "follow his fall." His fall was into a vat of toxic poison that spilled out into what should have been a clean bay.
So he poisons Gotham's water supply, and everyone dies laughing.
In his sick mind, we're all to blame just for being alive. I understand that now. That paranoid anger and hate. He may be a genius, but that hate is all he knows.
JOKER: What did you just do?
BATMAN: Destroyed the viaduct. I rigged it with C-4 on my way here.
JOKER: But--you just cut off all water to the city...you've crippled them for weeks.
BATMAN: Better crippled then dead.
BATMAN (narrating): This will have to do.
*krak smak knch krak*
JOKER: okay...uncle...you win...i'll kill them...some other time...
BATMAN: No, you won't.
GORDON (narrating): And for the first time in weeks, people in my city are looking up... In this new world, with men like the JOker and whatever else may be headed our way, that's a small victory, I know. But hell, I'll take what I can get.
Batman & Son
JOKER: I did it! I finally killed Batman! In front of a bunch of vulnerable, disabled kids! Now get me SANTA CLAUS! EEEHAHAHAHAHA!
NURSE: See, I just don't find live beheadings all that funny, commissioner.
GORDON: Are you kidding? HAHAHA...lok at the size of this guy? How did they manage to find his neck?!
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GORDON: Is that really you? Has anyone ever told you how ridiculous you look in that getup?
BATMAN: They don't usually get the chance.
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BATMAN: Hh. How did they find his neck?
GORDON: That's what I just said! ...Does that mean I'm getting better or worse?
ALFRED: I'm sure it's just a coincidence, sir. Kirk Langstrom is well-known as a philanthropist. I'm confident in the fact that he's also the inventor of a serum which transformed him into a crazed Man-Bat has very little to do with his presence at a charity gala like this one. I feel quite confident about that.
BRUCE: There goes my vacation.
BRUCE: Look, how about I make this easy and take ALL of your numbers. Then everybody gets to be happy. Espicially me.
BATMAN (narrating): It's not Langstrom. Not Man-Bat. Man-Bats. Ninja Man-Bats. Alarming twist.
BATMAN (narrating): Six hundred pounds of meat, gristle and hide. What does that remind me of?
(flashback to a Thanksgiving dinner)
AUNT AGATHA: It's a wee bit overdone, boys.
BRUCE/DICK: Happy Thanksgiving, Aunt Agatha!
BATMAN: Had to be. Who but the daughter of the ultimate international criminal would have her own secret liar in London's sewers? Let me guess. Daddy got you this place for your sixteenth birthday?
TALIA: Eighteenth, actually. No, wait...you're right.
ALFRED: Allow me to show you to your temporary quarters, young sir.
DAMIAN: **** you.
ALFRED: Ahh...memory lane.
DAMIAN: I fought crime tonight. Crime lost.
TALIA: Who else in this world is like us, Bruce Wayne? The century's greatest crimefighter, the daughter of its greatest crimelord, and their genetically perfect child. Join me and I promise I'll never threaten civilization again. We'll found a dynasty that will rule the planet for a thousand years. Ours is a love story, remember?
BATMAN: That was a long time ago, Talia.
TALIA: Then it's war. And you're responsible. My dear Detective, my mad, billionare, brilliant genius with your secret hidouts, your double life and your Justice League membership...it's not over.
JEZEBEL: He says you're cool, like James Bond.
BRUCE: Oh, I'm much cooler than he is.
JEZEBEL: I read about your parents. I'm so sorry, Bruce. You were so young. It must have been terrible. My own father was assassinated because of what he believed in. I want you to know I understand.
BRUCE: Jezebel, it was...it was a long time ago. I...I got over it.
ROXY: Hey, Batman! You want I'll do you a freebie!
BATMAN: I'm busy right now keeping the city safe from dirtbags, Roxy.
BATMAN: Thought you promised me you'd get a straight job, Ellie.
ELLIE: I...I can't hardly read or write...
BATMAN: I don't need to hear excuses. You can talk. YOu can smile and answer a phone right? *hands her WayneTech card* I hear these people are hirign reception girls. Don't let me see you on the streets after tonight.
BATMAN (narrating): Regular patrol. My nightly workout. Chasing a few old leads. Missing street girls. Cases nobody seems to care about. But this... Bent cops. Monsters. Sick sweet smell of human flesh past its sell-by date. The crawling sixth sense that tells me I'm on to something rotten. I'm opening a can so full of worms you could bury your dead in there and they'd be bones by morning.
ALFRED: Why exactly are you toweling yourself with Bruce Wayne's unlaundered shirts, sir?
BRUCE: The man I faced tonight has been transformed into a testosterone-driven hulk. But I come from generations of old money. I've beaten up Superman. I wore this shirt when I was chewing out the shareholders in the WayneTech boardroom yesterday. What's the one thing an alpha male is programmed to respect? Alpha Male Plus.
BATMAN: You're covering for a rapist. A murderer. And something more. But you know that, don't you? Cop or no cop--you're on my list.
GORDON: Why did you have to choose an enemy that's as old as time and bigger than all of us, Batman?
BATMAN: Same reason you did, Jim. I figured I could take him.
DAMIAN (as Batman): *to the UN* Go and make the world a better place or I'll hunt you down one by one.