Shouldn't it be right there in the middle?

[Case solved. Let's all go home, guys.]

[Sure, make it difficult.]

How're we fixed for shovels and pickaxes and really big hammers?

Sheesh, we're really talkin' bottom of the barrel here. What do you got?

...This could take awhile.

Man, you coulda had a snowbaby in all that time!

I dunno 'bout you, but I got a life with friends and cable TV to get back to. We gotta speed up this whole shebang! How many folks're stuck here?

That oughta be enough to dig our way outta this snowhole. Unless everybody's too busy not makin' babies.

Puzzle, huh? Where's good ol' Eddie Nygma when ya need 'im...

East. Gotcha. No problemo. Just gotta take just a quiiiiick pit-stop first then it's all this snow puzzle business.

I just needta see 'im, make sure he's okay, then kick his teeth in. Bing, bang, boom.

Abso-tively-proba-lutely!

Heyyy, I'm all about Gothamly sisterhood. This is just somethin' I gotta do, y'know? We didn't leave things off so good and psychologically speaking, it's a need for cognitive closure. [Her accent falters back to Dr. Quinzel at the end, there.]

Plus, he's got my baby.

[A sudden terrible thought!] You don't think he'd run out of food and help himself to a hyena sandwich, do ya?