— Will you be wanting the Batpod?
— In the middle of the day? Not very subtle.
— The Lamborghini, then. Much more subtle.

— Something interests you about this car?
— Just admiring the body work.
— Are you one of those boys who prefers cars to women?
— I'm one of those boys that appreciates a fine body, regardless of the make.

Nice ride.

— Duncan, good to see you. She sure is beautiful.
— Hey, beautiful? Sunsets are beautiful. Newborn babies are beautiful. This, this is fucking spectacular!

Remember when I said this car was death-proof? Well, that wasn't a lie. This car is 100% death-proof... Only to get the benefit of it, honey... You really need to be sittin' in my seat.

Look at the size of that trunk. You could put three bodies in there. Just kidding. Just trying to levitate the situation.

Remember driving is a freedom. I wish you to enjoy every kind of freedom... As long as you don't hurt someone.

— Want me to drive?
— You're supposed to be suicidal.
— Anybody who drives in this town is suicidal.

— And in the future, we don't need horses. We have motorized carriages called automobiles.
— If everybody's got one of these auto-whatsits, does anybody walk or run anymore?
— Of course we run. But for recreation. For fun.
— Run for fun? What the hell kind of fun is that?

The driver's biggest problem is everyone else. You can't always trust people... to behave properly.