(Answering the telephone) This is Commissioner Gordon. Well Mr. Wayne I- (interrupted). Well, a Merry Christmas to you too, I suppose, but I really- (interrupted) I'm at home with Barbara. No, not yet. (pause) Well- Well alright, if it's urgent.

I dunno Babs. He didn't give me a specific street. Damn this snow! I can hardly see!

(Relieved) Well I'll say Bruce. You really had my feathers ruffled. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I'd been had by that brainteasing buffoon: Edward Nigma! What a spread you've got here.