Batman & Robin

I want a car.

Chicks dig the car.

This is why Superman works alone.

Do try and bring this one back in one piece, sir!

Don't wait up, Al.

I'll cancel the pizzas.

Batman,

a new villain has commandeered the Gotham Museum.

He's frozen the antiquities wing.

He's turned the security guards into ice.

He's calling himself, "Mr. Freeze. "

Mr. Freeze.

Stop! Drop your weapon. . .

. . .or we'll shoot!

The lceman Cometh.

Please, show some mercy.

Mercy?!

I'm afraid that my condition has left me cold to your pleas of mercy.

In this universe. . .

. . .there's only one absolute.

Everything. . .

. . .freezes.

Hi, Freeze.

I'm Batman.

You're not sending me to the cooler.

Nice catch.

You break it, you buy it.

Grab the gem! Kill the heroes!

Kill them! Kill them!

Destroy everything!

It's the hockey team from hell.

Get the ice. . .

. . .I'll get the lceman.

Thanks.

Sweet.

I got mine.

Where's yours?

What killed the dinosaurs?

The lce Age!

Hit me, boys.

Thanks for playing.

I was hoping you'd drop in.

Watch the numbers. . .

. . .for they are the harbingers of your doom.

Can you feel it coming?

The icy cold of space.

At 30,000 feet, your heart will freeze. . .

. . .and beat no more.

After you're frozen, your icy tomb will plummet back to Gotham.

Freeze, you're mad.

This capsule explodes, it'll slaughter thousands.

Freeze well.

-Who invited you? -I was hanging around.

I thought you'd stay in the museum, round up some thugs.

How about, "Nice to see you. Thanks for saving my life. "

A Batbomb?

We must blow this up before it turns Gotham into a crater.

Now what, call a taxi?!

Watch the first step!

Surf's up!

Gotcha!

Cowabunga!

He's freezing the furnace!

I got him.

Stay cool. . .

. . .Birdboy.

Can you be cold? You have 1 1 minutes to thaw the bird.

Will you chase the villain. . .

. . .or save him?

Emotion makes you weak.

That's why this day is mine.

I'll kill you next time!

Did we get him?

Drats!

My experiment to mate the orchid and the rattlesnake has failed again. . .

. . .but I still have hope for the animal-plant crossbreedings.

If I can only find the right dose of venom. . .

. . .these plants will be able to fight back, like animals.

I will have given flora. . .

. . .a chance against the thoughtless ravages of man.

Personal note:

My work would proceed faster. . .

. . .if Dr. Woodrue didn't whisk my venom samples. . .

. . .back to his mysterious Gilgamesh Wing.

Why won't he let me in the lab?

What is he doing in there?

Ladies and gentlemen of the un-United Nations. . .

. . .and. . .

. . .our mystery bidder. . .

. . .may I present. . .

. . .Antonio Diego. . .

. . .serial murderer, serving life. . .

. . .in prison. . .

. . .and sole surviving. . .

. . .volunteer.

And what a charmer he is.

By merely drilling three concentric holes directly. . .

. . .into Antonio's cranial cavity. . . I have. . .

. . .created viaducts into the most primitive part of his brain. . .

. . .the limbic system.

And now I add. . .

. . .my Super-Soldier Serum. . .

. . .code-named. . .

. . . "Venom" . . .

. . .to which I add my very own recipe of steroids. . .

. . .and toxins.

Plug him in.

Time to scream.

Genius!

Behold. . .

. . .the ideal killing machine!

I call this little number. . .

. . . "Bane. "

Bane of Humanity!

Imagine it.

Your own private army made up of thousands of these super-soldiers.

Bidding begins at a mere. . .

. . . 1 0 million!

Turbo!

Show off for Daddy.

Dr. Isley.

Welcome to my parlor.

What?

You monster!

How could you?!

Our original sponsor had no stomach for military applications.

He cut the funding for our work.

Without your research. . .

. . .I couldn't have come this far.

Join me.

The two of us, entwined, side by side.

Join you?

I have spent my life trying to protect plants from extinction. . .

. . .and now you. . .

. . .corrupt my research. . .

. . .into some maniacal scheme for world domination.

When I get through. . .

. . .you won't be able to get a job teaching high school chemistry.

Do you hear me?!

You psycho!

Well. . .

. . .I can respect your opinion.

Sadly, I'm not good at rejection.

I'm afraid you'll have to die.

Let the poisons and toxins burn a grave for you. . .

. . .deep into the earth you love so much!

Bye-bye, dear!

Fellow maniacs. . .

. . .bidding. . .

. . .begins!

Gotham University Labs security video, 2 years ago.

Dr. Victor Fries. . .

. . .2-time Olympic decathlete and Nobel Prize winner for molecular biology.

After his wife contracted a rare disease. . .

. . .Macgregor's Syndrome. . .

. . .he hoped to freeze her in a cryogenic sleep until he could find a cure.

Now, here's where everything goes north.

That's got to hurt.

That liquid is 50 below.

But, he survived somehow.

The cryo-solution mutated his body.

-What happened to his wife? -No one knows.

She's presumed dead.

Freeze needs extreme cold to survive.

His cryo-suit uses diamond-enhanced lasers to keep him at zero degrees.

If it's ice the lceman wants. . . .

Coming, sir.

Yes, sir?

We need the Wayne diamonds.

We going to trap a snowman?

Yes, right after you spend 1 0 hours in the simulator, training.

I made a mistake. I'm sorry. It won't happen again.

You were reckless and almost got killed.

I'm fine! See! Me, here, alive!

How we supposed to work together if you won't trust me?

How indeed?

He's overeager, he's impulsive.

I can't trust him not to get hurt.

Perhaps the truth is you really don't trust anyone.

Don't tell me you're on his side again.

Despite all your talents. . .

. . .you're still just a novice in the ways of family.

Master Dick. . .

. . .follows the same star as you. . .

. . .but gets there by his own course.

You must learn to trust him, for that is the nature of family.

I trust you, Alfred.

But I shan't be here forever.

Good night, Master Bruce.

Good night, Alfred.

Oh, dear, Master Bruce.

Good gracious, what a tumble.

There's a brave boy.

Yes, sir.

I am so pleased you won the bidding, Your Supreme Ruthlessness.

We're making the final modifications on Bane right now.

We'll have a flawless super-soldier out to you tomorrow by overnight mail.

Dr. Isley?

Pamela?

You look great.