- Ready for another Bat-climb, Robin? - You bet, Batman.

The plane's fueled up and ready to go, but they left two guards in front.

All right, men, to my work.

- Well, all's well that... - That ends well, sir?

And all those quotes of Shakespeare didn't help either.

We'd have been here sooner, but Grand Avenue is all torn up.

But all I ever wanted to be was a movie star.

And this scheme could've been under our noses all the time.

- Do we need passports and stuff? - The Retsoor is all the passport we need.

Now that I've solved all of Retsoor's secrets, flying her should be a soft and gentle breeze.

Puzzler, this is Batman.

It is shut again.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

There is a Shakespearean quotation...

Look, the invisible ink is appearing.

The Retsoor is worth a king's ransom.

Oh, yeah. This is a very delicate tea.

Gosh, Batman, the altimeter reading is 19,000 feet.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

My soul is full of discord and dismay.