Catwoman: Time to get my things and quit this damn town for good.
Inmate: Any chance of some warm clothes down here? Least they could do is send in a couple burgers.
Catwoman: Home sweet home.
Inmate: Is she dead?
Inmate: Hang on! She's wakin' up!
Inmate: Damn it! What are we gonna do?
Inmate: Kill her again!
Catwoman: Where are my things? Tell me, or I'll slice you apart, piece by piece.
Inmate: Two-Face has got 'em! He's at the museum. Okay?
Catwoman: Thanks. So you decided to come crawling back then, Harv. Pity. Oh, well. Time for this kitten to teach you some manners once and for all.
Inmate: It's Catwoman!
Inmate: This is where you're gonna die!
Inmate: You're gonna die tonight!
Inmate: He looked pretty pleased with himself, didn't he?
Inmate: Yeah. Don't think I've ever seen the boss so happy.
Inmate: Catwoman is here.
Inmate: Dodge this, Catbitch!
Inmate: Your mommy won't know who you are when we're done!
Inmate: You won't be walking out of here!
Inmate: Gotham City is where you're gonna die!