When crooks become more popular than cops, that’s anarchy.
I love bartending; it involves two of my favorite things: drinking and ignoring people.
Feet of clay are heavy to carry around. That’s what the whiskey’s for.
What you know about me, Jim, is just the tip of the iceberg. There are no heroes here.
We can do this the hard way or the easy way, and I’m wearing my nicest suit, so I prefer the easy way.
This is just a classic case of wrong place, wrong time. One man takes another man’s skull in his bare hands and crushes it. I see it all the time.
Nobody’s telling the truth. This is Gotham.
Idealists, always looking to walk the straight line. Gotham doesn’t have straight lines, it’s got twists and turns and dead ends.
I’m a cop, the only thing I’m scared of is decaf coffee.
Every evil bastard in the world was just a kid once.
You, my friend, are a monkey riding a racehorse.
You want to be a hero. And Gotham doesn’t need heroes. It needs people who will do what is necessary.[to Jim]