“HahahAaa! Not to be a critic, Maskie, but your material could use some work.”

“OH! Oh! Me! Pick me! Me first!”

“Anything but country. If I have to hear another song about a big red tractor I just might lose my mind all over again. Hehe.”

“Hardly my best work yet.”

“I think I saw a putty tat!”

“I /did/. I did see a putty tat!”

“This place was getting crowded anyway.”

“Cat got your tongue?”

“What’s with the one word answers? It’s also as if you didn’t miss your good old uncle J.”

“Honestly I’m flabbergasted. After all the oodles of fun we had last time I thought you’d be jumping for joy at my delayed debut.”

“What part of our adventure wasn’t fun?!”

"Honey, I'm home!"

"I'd say the warm welcome back for ol' uncle J really warmed my little crumpled heart but I don't know or care about either of you so—. WHERE ARE MY ROBINS."

"Gotham is an old joke too over done. Maybe I should set my eyes on Blüdhaven! Visit a regular blue birdie in his natural habitat."

"Clean up crew, aisle ten!"

"Quality henchmen can be so hard to find these days. I almost makes me miss Harley. Hahaha, /almost/."

"Maybe what I need is my own sidekick! I'm sure Batboob has a few extras to spare. Either that or he can just write me my first letter of referral for the nearest adoption agency!"

"Those kids are pretty disposable right? I mean, who's gonna come looking for them? Their parents? HAHAHA!"