Mr. Freeze: [o.s.] Stuart Bloom!
[There’s a loud rumbling as the garage door turns icy cold before it shatters to reveal Mr. Freeze on the driveway.]
Mr. Freeze: Prepare to die. Again.
[Kripke, Denise, Bert, and Stuart quickly grab hold of the Cosmic Treadmill.]
Kripke: Ándawe, Flash. Ándawe.
[The group disappears with The Flash and his Cosmic Treadmill.]
Mr. Freeze: “Oh, fuck me!”
[Mr. Freeze yelps and groans as he slips on a patch of his own ice on the driveway.]

Stuart: Let's see. Uh... City Hall, Wayne Tower, two miles down that way, Arkham Asylum. We're in Gotham City. Home of... Anyone?
Denise: [in gruff voice] Batman. [chuckles]
Stuart: How can I not love you?
Bert: So what? We just find Batman and he'll get us out of here?
Stuart: Denise.
Denise: [still in gruff voice] Batman won't help you. He's just a rich asshole with dead parents.
Kripke: Yeah, that's only funny once.
Denise: [still in gruff voice] Go fuck yourself.

Bert: If we need a superhero, why not just get Superman?
Stuart: So just get Superman? There's no way we can get Superman. He's an A-list character. The Flash, on the other hand, very gettable. He'll open a supermarket.

Kyle: Ah, ah, what are you doing?
Trevor: It said, "don't sell," not "don't read."
Kyle: First of all, "it" is a he.
Trevor: You don't know that.
Kyle: [sighs] It sounds like a he.
Trevor: You're making a gender-based assumption.
Kyle: When has an omnipotent swirling bowl of shit ever been a girl?
Trevor: There are plenty of all-powerful goddesses. Gaia, Hera, the hot chick in American Gods who sucked guys up into her business.
Kyle: [sighs] Put it back.
Trevor: Narc.