Lucius Fox: It's called memory cloth. Notice anything?
[Bruce runs the material through his fingers, and shrugs, "no."]
Lucius Fox: Regularly flexible. But put a current through it...
[the cloth springs into the shape of a one-person tent]
Lucius Fox: Molecules re-align, becomes rigid.
Bruce Wayne: What kind of shapes can you make?
Lucius Fox: Can be tailored to fit any structure based on a rigid skeleton.
Bruce Wayne: Too expensive for the Army?
Lucius Fox: I don't think they tried to market it to the billionaire, spelunking, BASE-jumping crowd.
Bruce Wayne: Look, Mr. Fox.
Lucius Fox: Yes, sir?
Bruce Wayne: If you're uncomfortable...
Lucius Fox: Mister Wayne, if you don't want to tell me exactly what you're doing, when I'm asked, I don't have to lie. But don't think of me as an idiot.
Bruce Wayne: Fair enough.
Lucius Fox: [Bruce points to the Tumbler] The Tumbler? Oh you wouldn't be interested in that.
[Cuts to Bruce test driving the Tumbler on an indoor course, with Fox in the passenger's seat describing the vehicle]
Lucius Fox: She was built as a bridging vehicle. During combat, two of these would jump over a river, towing cables. Over here on the throttle, flip that open and throttle up. This will boost you into a rampless jump.
[Bruce goes to flip the throttle]
Lucius Fox: Not now! Not... not now, Sir!
[Bruce flips it back]
The Tumbler: Afterburner disengaged.
Lucius Fox: We never could get the damn bridge to work, but this baby works just fine.
[Bruce brings the Tumbler to a stop. He is very impressed]
Lucius Fox: So what do you think?
Bruce Wayne: Does it come in black?
Lucius Fox: [Bruce Wayne is recovering after being poisoned by Scarecrow] I analyzed your blood, isolating the receptor compounds and the protein-based catalyst.
Bruce Wayne: Am I meant to understand any of that?
Lucius Fox: Not at all, I just wanted you to know how hard it was. Bottom line, I synthesized an antidote.
Bruce Wayne: Could you make more?
Lucius Fox: You planning on gassing yourself again, Mr Wayne?
Bruce Wayne: Well, you know how it is, Mr Fox. You're out at night, looking for kicks, someone's passing around the weaponized hallucinogens...
Lucius Fox: I'll bring what I have. The antidote should inoculate you for now.
Jim Gordon: [hearing bat sounds] What is that?
Flass: What the...?
[bats swarm around Arkham]
Jim Gordon: [sideswipes several cars with the Tumbler; grimaces] Sorry!
Batman: Falcone sent them to kill you.
Rachel Dawes: Why?
Batman: You rattled his cage.
[throws photos of Judge Faden with prostitutes]
Rachel Dawes: What's this?
Rachel Dawes: For what?
Batman: To get things moving.
Rachel Dawes: Who are you?
Batman: Someone like you. Someone who'll rattle the cages.
Batman: [driving the Batmobile while being chased by the police] Hold on.
Rachel Dawes: What are you doing?
Batman: Short cut.
[He turns the Tumbler and smashes through the gate of a parking garage entrance. The guy at the booth simply looks on as the police enter the garage enter him. He makes his way up to the rooftop]
Uniformed Policeman #1: Air one to ground. Block that ramp.
[Bruce backs the Tumbler into a compact parking space by pushing aside the cars in the two adjacent spaces]
Uniformed Policeman #1: He's got no way off that roof.
[One of the cops takes out his megaphone and says]
Policeman # 2: Turn off your engine! Step away from the car!
Batman: Trust me.
[presses a button]
The Tumbler: Weapon system activated.
[He fires a charge, destroying part of the concrete barrier at the edge of the roof. Then Batman accelerates the Tumbler towards the gap. As the Tumbler nears the edge, it goes into a rampless jump to scale the street. It makes its way across the rooftops]
Policeman # 3: [on the street] Who is this guy?
Policeman # 4: Where's he going?
Policeman # 3: He's on the roof.
[He looks up to see debris coming over the edge of the roof]
Policeman # 4: What street is he taking?
Policeman # 3: He's not on a street! He's flying on rooftops!
[the Tumbler jumps onto the roof of a church, destroying part of the roof as it crosses. It eventually jumps onto a highway, and takes an offramp to the lower level of Wacker Drive]
Batman: [has laid a snare-trap which yanks Flass by his leg 70 feet into the air] Where were the other drugs going?
Flass: I never knew. I don't know. I swear to God...
Batman: Swear to *me*!
[He rapidly lowers a screaming Flass and then yanks him back up]
Flass: I don't... I don't know. I never knew. Never. They went to some guy for a couple of days before they went to the dealers.
Flass: There was something... Something else in the drugs... something hidden.
Flass: I never went to the drop-off point. It was in the Narrows. Cops only go there when they're in force.
Batman: Do I look like a cop?
[rapidly lowers Flass once more before dropping him to the ground]
Batman: [meeting Gordon carrying an unconscious Rachel out of Arkham] How is she?
Jim Gordon: [handing Rachel over] She's fading. We gotta go. I'll get my car.
Batman: I brought mine.
Jim Gordon: Yours?
[Batmobile blasts out and races by]
Jim Gordon: I've gotta get me one of those.
Batman: [perched on the railing of a stairway behind Gordon's home] Storm's coming.
Jim Gordon: [closing the door to his kitchen where his wife and son are] The scum is getting jumpy because you stood up to Falcone.
Batman: It's a start. Your partner was at the docks with Falcone.
Jim Gordon: Well, he moonlights as a low-level enforcer.
Batman: They were splitting the shipment in two. Only half went to the dealers.
Jim Gordon: Why? What about the other half?
Batman: Flass knows.
Jim Gordon: He won't talk.
Batman: He'll talk to me.
Jim Gordon: Commissioner Loeb set up a massive task force to catch you. He thinks you're dangerous.
Batman: What do you think?
Jim Gordon: I think you're trying to help...
[Gordon looks away momentarily; upon turning back, he finds that Batman has disappeared]
Jim Gordon: But I've been wrong before.