Character: Alfred Pennyworth. Page 1

If you want to commit suicide, I have an old family recipe. Acts slowly and painfully. You will like it.

- He almost killed me!
Yes, it is. So. Was nearly killed. Remember that every time I see it. And most importantly, remember that I let him.

Oh... I hope the next generation of the Wayne family will not inherit an empty wine cellar. Not that that would have been hints at the next generation.

One, two, three, four, five. Batman came out. One, two, three, four, five... with a microphone all right.

- A new rule?
- We are criminals, Alfred, always have been, nothing has changed.
- No, has changed... everything has changed. People fall from heaven, and the gods hurl lightning, the innocent die. This all begins, Sir. Anger, rage, a sense of complete powerlessness. Good people become... cruel.

- I'll get this to Mr. Fox, but that's it.
- I sewed your wounds, mended bones, but I'm not going to bury you. I've buried enough members of the Wayne family.

- The older become slower, Alfred.
You're too old to die young. But not that tried.

- As a symbol - I'll be completely invulnerable. Omnipresent and eternal.
- What symbol?
Something known to all, terrifying.

- Maybe door not so simple... And you n-not ready to know what's behind it. Maybe You should be older... Like to know what it is Your dad did.
- For example?
- For example, Thu-it is not necessary to know the child, whom You are.
- I will make a bomb. And explode it. Can you help me or not. As you want to. If not.... Then at least brew tea.

- The bomb! In the house! You what? Seriously?
I was going to say about it as an accomplished fact...
- That's just no clever phrases. You and about bombs-that don't know anything.
- I read the book, Alfred! It's simple!

You can roll up the leg and again put on a mask, but that doesn't make you who you were.

- Take my coat. Put it on top of his. She will not fasten, but it will help...
- ... I become unemployed after you die from the cold. It is possible.

- The bandit in the forest in Burma, did you catch it?
Yes.
- How?
- We had to burn the forest.

Remember when you left Gotham? Before these events, before Batman? You were gone seven years. Seven years I waited, hoping that you get back. Every year I take a vacation. I went to Florence, there is a cafe on the banks of the river Arno. Every night I sat there and ordered a Fernet Branca. I imagined that now I look through the tables and see you with my wife and maybe a couple of kids. You won't tell me anything, I will, too. But we both know you did it, you're happy. I didn't want you to come back to Gotham. I always knew, that you are not waiting for anything but pain and misery. And I wish you another life. And now I wish.