*Riddler and Penguin's secret date at Arkham*
Oswald: *walks into Abandoned warehouse*
Mmm!!! Something smells good! What is it? (Sniffs.) It's me! I love this aftershave! (Spins round, palms outturned, then goes to the table.)
Edward: You are five minutes away from the greatest meal of your life.
* Oswald now stands behind the table, which has candles on it, as well as various medical supplies*
Oswald: Hey, you've really made an effort here! Where'd you get all this stuff?
Edward: I just got sick and tired of using plastic knives and forks, so I broke to the medical wing and nicked some gear.
Oswald: (Picking a scalpel off the table, disgustedly) This is a scalpel! I'm supposed to cut my food with a scalpel? Something that has been inside someone's guts?
Edward : It's all been cleaned; it's all been washed; it's clean.
Oswald: (As he approaches Edward ) ...something that, long ago in history, may well have performed a certain popular Jewish operation? I'm supposed to eat with this?
Edward: (Taps Oswald's cheek with the back of his hand with each beat.) Get the onion salads out of the fridge!
Oswald: (Stops as he sees the sign on the refrigerator.) "Embryo Refrigeration Unit?!" Edward : How many times...? It's clean! It's been cleaned!
* Oswald opens the refrigerator door, muttering "onion salad" as he scans the contents of the refrigerator.*
Edward : They're in the kidney bowls, next to the colostomy bag with the chilli sauce in it.
* Oswald removes the two kidney bowls, rather disgustedly.*
Edward has finished his cooking .
Edward : Here we go, here we go!Yahoo! Come on, come on! It's ready! Sit down, sit down! (Putting a plate down at his seat) One kebab for me ... (putting the other plate at Oswald's seat) ... and one kebab for you .
Oswald folds a serviette into his collar. Edward holds up an enormous metal cylindrical object.
Edward : (Offering) Lemon juice?
Oswald: (Pointing at the object) What the hell is that?
Oswald : What kind of syringe?
Edward : It's for cows -- artificial insemination. It's been washed; it's clean; it's all been sterilised. I have no idea why they had it there. Do you want lemon juice or what?
Oswald : (Removes the serviette.) Ahem. Excuse me. (Stands.)
Edward : (Baffled) What? What about the meal?
Oswald : This isn't a meal -- this is an autopsy!
Edward : It's only the starter! What about the main course? Oh, charming. (Picks up a urine-sample bottle of wine and begins to pour it into a beaker.) I dunno. You pull out all the stops ... you make an effort ... try and do something with a little bit of extra class, and where does it get you? (Drinks the wine.) Mmm, very cheeky. End