[Alfred, after finding Bruce not in the penthouse and his bed not even slept in, leaves the building and walks to a nearby construction site and enters a giant container, which conceals an elevator that lowers him into the makeshift Batcave–where he finds Bruce stitching up his wounds from the previous night]
It'll be nice when the Manor is rebuilt. Then you can swap not sleeping in a penthouse...to not sleeping in a mansion.
[Finally reaches Bruce and sees the poor job he's doing at stitching his wound]
Every time you stitch yourself, you do make a bloody mess. [begins to take over and inspect Bruce's work]
It forces me to learn from my mistakes.
Then you should be pretty knowledgeable by know, sir.
My armor, it's carrying too much weight. I need to be faster.
[defensively, motioning with his hand]
It was a big dog. There were more copycats last night, Alfred. With guns.
Why don't you hire them and take the weekend off?
That isn't exactly what I had in mind when I said I wanted to inspire people.
I know. [finishes up] But things have improved. Look at the new district attorney.
[focusing on the display of monitors in front of him, on which he brings up various footage of Harvey Dent]
I am. Closely. I need to know if he can be trusted.
[pointing to a monitor showing video of Dent and Rachel getting out of a cab]
Are you interested in his character or his, ah...social circle?
Who Rachel spends her time with is her business. [Gets up and walks to a table with a change of clothes]
I trust you don't have me followed on my day off.
If you ever took one, I might. [takes off his shirt revealing many horrific battle scars]
Batman has no limits.
Well, you do, sir.
And what's gonna happen on the day that you find out?
On that day, Master Wayne, even I won't want to...probably.
