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Not as long as you're in that cage.

Must be the antenna went on the blink. Frosty, go and fix it.

And came prepared.

A brother's sufferings claim a brother's pity, gentlemen.

Perhaps you would like to be our best icemen at the wedding.

Well, what would he hope to gain by burying Gotham City under all that ice?

and that quite possibly it might be a fake...

And rubbed some on the rest of our bodies.

And so it's curtains for you, Mr. Freeze, not for us.

Stubborn but beautiful.

You've hit it, Robin.

which has become somewhat old-fashioned: an ice pick.

Go warm yourself.

I don't want your temperature to rise even a few degrees.

An unfortunate failing of the masses, sir.

If Gotham City ever needed them, she needs them now.

- Holy epigrams. - No, Robin.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Why don't you join me in my frozen frigid world?

That should straighten your antennae.

You sinful beast.

and they said the water reservoir in Gotham City Park is frozen solid...

Yes, this is quite a predicament, old chum.

Well, that's right, Warden Crichton. You see, Mr. Freeze is not a normal average prisoner.

I'm talking about myself.

What's the matter?