When crooks become more popular than cops, that’s anarchy.
Idealists, always looking to walk the straight line. Gotham doesn’t have straight lines, it’s got twists and turns and dead ends.
Feet of clay are heavy to carry around. That’s what the whiskey’s for.
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]
You tell yourself, “I’ll just do this one bad thing. All the good things I’ll do later will make up for it.” But they don’t.
We can do this the hard way or the easy way, and I’m wearing my nicest suit, so I prefer the easy way.
We are who we are, right? No use fighting it.
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.
Sometimes in war you got to do a bad thing to do good.
Somebody takes a cop’s gun, you shoot him. That’s basic.
