Still got it.
4th most-quoted character in Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker (2000): in 8 of its 44 quotes
Most scenes with: Batman (Terry McGinnis) (4), The Joker (3)
Terry. I've been thinking about something you once told me. And you were wrong. It's not Batman that makes you worthwhile; it's the other way around. Never tell yourself anything different.
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1 quoteScenes with Bruce Wayne
6 scenesSo... The Joker, huh? Must be spry for a guy who's like... mid-eighties? Any theories on that? Clone? Robot? Suspended animation after being frozen in a block of ice?
Shut up and drive.
Yes, sir.
It's funny. I know about all your other major enemies, but you never mention him. He was the biggest, wasn't he?
It wasn't a popularity contest. He was a psychopath. A monster.
So how is it possible he could still be around after all this time?
It's not possible. He died years ago.
You're sure?
I was there.
[Bruce gets up starts walking away. There's a beat of silence] Terry [softly]: You killed him... didn't you? [Bruce stops and hangs his head, but still doesn't look at him] He was gonna do something so terrible that you had no other choice. That was it, wasn't it?
It can't be.
Oh no. Your old eyes do not deceive you, Brucie! After all, [whispers] who'd know me better than you?
Gordon told me what happened to Tim Drake.
That's why I didn't want you going up against the Joker. Imposter or not.
Nothing against your old partners, but I'm a completely different Batman. I was never a Robin, I never- [notices the tattered Robin costume] Wait... Joker smashed up the cases, but why was this the only costume he went out of his way to destroy?
Robin did shoot him.
A ghost out for revenge? I don't buy it. I talked to Drake; he's got less love for that costume than the Joker. I think somehow he's behind this.
That's crazy.
So was Drake, once. Look. Here's a readout of everything the Jokerz have stolen. Now let's combine them into something that would be used by a communications expert. Someone of Tim Drake's caliber.
Satellite jamming system. Whoever uses this can access satellite defenses and fire them at will.
Someone already has. I suspected Jordan Price of being the Joker. But the Jokerz were on your company yacht trying to slag Price. I got him off the boat before someone blasted it into splinters. I hate to say it, but I think your little Robin has turned into a bitter old crow. He's gotta be the brains behind this new Joker. It's harsh. But who else is there?
Where's the Joker?
Joker?
Drop the act, I know you are working for him.
No, Joker's gone. I don't know where he is, really.
The suit's sensors aren't picking up any pulse fluctuations. He's telling the truth.
I don't do this anymore. I have a home and family. I gave this up years ago. Kids' stuff, that's all it was.
He may be telling the truth, but he's still wacked.
Fun and games. Boy wonder playing the hero. Fighting the bad guys and no one ever gets...(then suddenly realizes) Oh God, (puts his hands on his head) I killed him. I didn't mean to. I tried so hard to forget, but I still hear the shot, still see his dead smile. Every night, the dreams get stronger. He's there when I sleep, whispering, laughing, telling me that I'm as bad as he is! We're both the same!
I'm calling an ambulance.
No, I'm alright. Forgive me, Terry. Old nasty memories twisting inside me like bad oysters. Nothing really. I'm perfectly fine now.
How do you know my name?
There's nothing about you I don't know, Batfake.
Terry!
Have a timeout, kid, can't let you spoil the party too soon. And Bruce, I'm sure you've got your monkey-boy wired somehow. That's just peachy, cause I want you to see every minute of this; it's a killer.
My God!
Ooh, I never get tired of that.
Drake, you're the Joker?
That flabby oaf doesn't realize I'm using him as a timeshare. Beneath this puckish exterior lies the mind of a genius years ahead of my time. In the weeks young Robin was under my tutelage, I used him as the subject of my greatest experiment: utilizing cutting-edge genetics technology, which I had pinched here and there, I encoded my DNA on a microchip and set it into BirdBoy's BirdBrain, [points to a dot on the back of his neck] here. Everything that was me has been'a sleeping all comfy and cozy inside Tim Drake's subconscious. At first I had to limit the time I spent in Drake's body. He's not aware of what I do, chalking up lingering memories to bad dreams. If his family misses him, I simply call wifey and tell her, [Imitating Drake's voice] "I'm working late, honey." [Goes back to his own voice] The changes come at will now, and soon I'll be strong enough to live in this body permanently. Mr. J's on the rebound, baby! My comeback party's gonna set the whole town on fire!
Oh, good! The beam's headed here! Now I'll have to start all over again. Thanks for wrecking everything, kid. [Turns to leave] See ya 'round.
Hold it! [Grabs Joker's wrist]
Oh wise up, junior, GAME'S OVER!
I'm taking you in!
Right! [punches Batman several times and throws him onto table, which breaks under his weight] You're out of your league, McGinnis. I know every trick the original Batman and Robin knew at their peak.
Maybe. But you don't know a thing about me.
YOU?! What's to know?! You're a punk! A rank amateur! A costumed errand boy taking orders from a senile old man. Still, if it's a whupping you're a-wantin'...
That's right. Better run and save yourself... it's about your speed. [Terry closes the door, then breaks the switch to prevent escape]
Let's dance, bozo.
He's tough. Any suggestions, boss?
Joker's vain and likes to talk. He'll try to distract you, but don't listen. Block it out and power on through.
Wait. I like to talk too.
Fighting dirty.
The REAL Batman would never-- [Terry pushes the knee in further]
Told you, ya didn't know me.
Funny guy...
Can't say the same for you. [shoves the Joker so that his gut hits a table]
Impudent brat. Who do you think you're talking to?
Not a comedian, I'll tell you that.
The real Batman never talked to you much, did he? That's probably why you were so fixated on him. [tosses a batarang, knocking the gun out of Joker's hand]
Don't play psychoanalyst with me, boy!
Oh, I don't need a degree to figure you out. [hits the lights with a batarang, turning them off] The real reason you kept coming back was you never got a laugh out of the old man.
I'm not hearing this...
Get a clue, clowny! He's got no sense of humor! He wouldn't know a good joke if it bit him in the cape. Not that you ever had a good joke.
I mean, joy buzzers, squirting flowers? Lame! Where's the "A" material? Make a face, drop your pants, something!
Show yourself!
You make me laugh. But only 'cause I think you're kinda pathetic. [mimics the Joker's laugh]
Stop that!
So you fell in a tank of acid, got your skin bleached and decided to become a supervillain. What, you couldn't get work as a rodeo clown? [laughs mockingly]



