...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?

I dunno how anybody could somethin' as cute as-- Wait, you got talkin' animals here too?

Talkin' animals, always winter and never Christmas... Didn't I read this book?

At least it's got nine lives. I miss havin' my own talkin' Kitty. I dunno what good a whip would do right now, but she's feisty, she'd prob'ly come up with somethin'.

Girl's got a track record of keepin' certain things to herself, even when she's not pussyfootin' around with your Big Bad Bat. Sometimes you can just tell when somebody's got a history of hurt.

[She pauses, and there's an almost superstitious feeling like she might accidentally summon somebody.] Is it just us here from back home?