Joker: Hurry up and take a seat, Batman. The show's about to begin.
Batman: Let's just talk about this.
Joker: Now you want to talk? Too late, Batman! Give me the cure!
Batman: But you've already got the cure! Talia, NO!
Talia: Problem solved.
Batman: You didn't need to...
Talia: Why? You would never do it. You left me no choice.
Batman: There's always a choice.
Talia: I had to save you. Harley Quinn stole it for him. I took it back. It's over.
Harley Quinn: Oh, Mister J, you look perfect.
Joker: Ring, ring. So how do you keep a secret from the world's greatest detective, well do you know? You stick it right in front of him, right under his long, pointy nose... and wait.
Fake Joker: Joker wants you to think he's sick, then, wham! Got you.
Joker: You fell for the old fake Joker gag, Batman.
Talia: I'm sorry, beloved. I didn't know...
Joker: Encore! More! Bravo!
Batman: It was never you!
Joker: Not always. Well, sometimes. Confusing, isn't it? I know I'd want to know just what the hell is going on if I were you. Let's just say, at times like these, it's important to keep up appearances. But first, if you would be so kind. Hand. Over. My. Cure. Ladies and gentlemen. For one night only, standing in for yours truly, and doing a damn fine job of it, I give you CLAYFACE!
Batman: You weren't even supposed to be in here, Karlo. Why sign up with Joker?
Clayface: Easy. The role of a lifetime!
Joker: Oh, lighten up, Bats. The final act's just starting and it's a doozy!
Joker: You're supposed to be killing Batman, remember?! You're making me late for my spa treatment! I mean, it's not like you've got a girl to save anymore, is it? Oh, I'm sorry. Too soon? Would a change of scenery help ease the pain?