The Joker: No, nooooo. I don’t want to go back to jail, Batman!
Batman (in remarkably, even slightly eerily calm voice): I know. But—you’re the bad guy.
The Joker: Yeah, I know. I’m the bad guy! But—but—AHHHHH! (repeated screams)
Batman: Robin? Let’s go to the water park.
Robin: Oh man, Batman, all right! Check OUT it! Let’s go!
Batman: Great. Okay. You get the towels. I’ll get the Bat Boat. Good work. I’m proud of you, Robin. Let’s go.
—My Almost 5 Year Old, Playing (overheard as I spiked his pizza sauce with carrot puree, super finely chopped broccoli, and flaxseed oil—while stifling laughter)