H: I’m Batman.
H: No, I’m Batman.
H: You’re Batman? (awed-sounding voice) You really are Batman!
M: (trying hard not to laugh)
H: Nefertiti, you really are queen of the Nile.
M: (digging quietly through my sock drawer)
H: What are you still doing here?
M: I’ve got no socks on. I can’t leave without socks.
H: Stupid goblins…
M: Why are you all scrunched up on the edge of the bed like that?
H: I’m Betty White’s bitch.
M: Right… Okay, I’m off. Sleep well.
H: I’ma go guard the Rainbow Bridge.
M: Alright babe, have fun. Don’t fall off!
H: I stole the Batmobile, I can drive it.
M: I’m sure you can.
H: Don’t you want to go with me?
M: Sure. Where?
H: Like down the street or something?
M: What are you doing?
H: Watching over the city.
M: You should lay down.
H: I can’t see from here.
M: Just lay back down.
M: Come on, lay back down on your pillows.
H: You’re the devil. (grumbling) Lay down, lay down… Set you on fire and tell people you’re a prostitute from Brooklyn…
M: Whatcha doin’ babe?
H: Sailing through the channel.
M: Can you scoot over a bit? I can’t fit.
H: (grumbling stuff I can’t hear) Whatever, batwing girl.