Dr. Price: The fuel cell has a design flaw.
Dr. Price: A breach in the vehicle's reactor.
Batman: Reactor? As in nuclear? But that's been illegal for years. It could take out half the city.
Dr. Price: Don't you think I know that? But how was I supposed to make something state-of-the-art on the pitiful budget the government gave me? How? Look, we need to find those dregs, and you said you could help.
Batman: [seeing something outside] I'd start down there.
Batman: If we hit 'em, the reactor will blow up.
Dr. Price: No, it's shielded from impact. But right after the crash, you're gonna have to use this key to deactivate it.
Batman: Uh, hello? I don't think I'm gonna be in any condition to...
Dr. Price: Yes, you will.
[she presses a button, and his seat is ejected from the ship]
Batman: Where are they going?
Coe: [sarcastic] To grandma's for milk and cookies.
Batman: Don't want to rat out the Jokerz, huh?
Coe: They're my bros.
Batman: Yeah? Well, your bros just ditched you.
Coe: I... I...
Batman: Looks like you're an only child now.
Coe: They're going to bust up the Ts' headquarters at the old subway station. I don't know when, though.
Batman: Let's hope it's not too late.
Batman: Who are you? What's going on?
Dr. Price: That's classified.
Batman: Government stuff, huh? That's what I figured.
Dr. Price: You don't know anything.
Batman: [she starts to close the canopy] I know who jacked your ride.
Dr. Price: [opening it back up] Who?
Batman: Give me a lift. I want 'em as bad as you do.
Dr. Price: No deals.
Batman: They're Jokerz.
Dr. Price: Madmen.
Batman: No. Kids. You're gonna have to think like they do. Can you?
[she opens the canopy to the back seat]
Coe: Smoked 'em! Whoo-hoo!
Jokerz Leader: Sure did.
Scab: But there's a lot of fat butts still to kick, J-Man.
Jokerz Leader: Fat Ts' headquarters.
Scab: He can't stop us anymore, not with this thing.
Lee: All they had were some chains and tasers.
Scab: Well, they should've been prepared. Guess they were never in the Boy Scouts.
Dr. Price: I'm addressing whoever stole the experimental vehicle.
Scab: That'd be me.
Dr. Price: Who are you?
Scab: Who are you? You sound hot. Are you hot?
Dr. Price: Listen to me. That vehicle is government property. You have to return it now.
Scab: Typical babe. Ain't even met you and you're already giving me orders.
Dr. Price: Having fun with the new toy?
Pilot: Heh. You built us a winner, Doc. Wish I had one of these in the last war.
Dr. Price: I'm sure there'll be another soon enough. Now how 'bout some numbers?
Pilot: R and B pressure, 20, 40 psi. Excel pressure: 1104... fuel temp: 280... air speed...
Dr. Price: Did you say 280?
Pilot: Roger. 2-8-0. That a problem?
Dr. Price: Get out. Get out right now.
Pilot: You saying you want us to just leave it?
Dr. Price: Yes. My team will be along for it in five minutes.
Dr. Price: Land right now and get as far away from the vehicle as fast as you can.
Scab: Gonna finish this now, Bats.
Batman: You'll go, too. The reactor's overloading.
Scab: Nice try.
Batman: Look at it. That key'll stop it.
Scab: Can't do it.
Batman: Are you out of your mind?
Scab: I'm not giving this up. For once in my life, I've got some real power.
Batman: You never had any with the Jokerz?
Scab: Don't make me laugh. They were just a crutch.
Batman: So's this ship.
Scab: Yeah, but it's a crutch with muscle.
Batman: I'm telling you, it won't last.
Scab: Maybe. Maybe not. But you won't be around to care.
Pilot: Ha, ha, ha! First thing they're going to do when they get back to Gotham is tell their buds that martians are coming.
Pilot 2: Second thing. First they got to get their pants cleaned.