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Matches Malone
- [Matces Malone calls Bruce Wayne his son, being that Gotham made the both of them]
- Matches Malone: It's the way of the world, isn't it son?
- Bruce Wayne: Don't call me son.
- Matches Malone: Why? If I did what you think I did, then I made you what you are. Just like Gotham made me. Just like the rich folks like your parents made Gotham. I might as well call you son.
- [Matches Malone tells Bruce Wayne that he needs to kill him]
- Matches Malone: Look at me! I'm a monster. You need to kill me.
- Bruce Wayne: I wish you were a monster.
- Bruce Wayne: [Bruce sets down the pistol] But you're just a man.
- [Bruce Wayne confronts Matches Malone for the first time]
- Matches Malone: So, you want to hire me?
- Bruce Wayne: I want someone to die.
- Matches Malone: Wait a while. They will.
- Bruce Wayne: I don't want to wait.
- [Bruce Wayne asks Matches Malone if he's killed a lot of people]
- Bruce Wayne: Have you killed a lot of people?
- Matches Malone: I kill all kind of folks. Just about every way you can. Rich, poor, guilty, innocent. By hand, by blade, by gun. Burned just one guy to death, they call you Matches for the rest of your life. Life's funny, isn't it?
- [Bruce Wayne tells Matches Malone how they first met]
- Bruce Wayne: Two years ago. An alley in the theater district. You killed my mother and father, Thomas and Martha Wayne. I was there.
- Matches Malone: Rings a bell.
- Bruce Wayne: You looked right at me.
- Matches Malone: Ah, I was busy that year.
- [Bruce Wayne holds his gun on Matches Malone, to tell him who hired him to kill his parents]
- Bruce Wayne: [Bruce raises his pistol] I can make you tell me who hired you.
- Matches Malone: You think so?
- Bruce Wayne: I can hurt you. I can shoot you in the knee. Or the stomach.
- Matches Malone: But you can't make me tell you a damn thing. Killer's code ain't much, but it's what I've got. If I did what you say I did, and someone hired me to do it, you'll never know their name. Not even if you take me apart piece by piece. You better believe that.
- Bruce Wayne: [Bruce cocks his pistol] Well, then I guess there's nothing left to say.
- Matches Malone: [Matches holds his drink up] Here's to you, son. You've been a long time coming.
- [Bruce Wayne holds his pistol on Matches Malone as Matches waits to be killed]
- Bruce Wayne: You want me to kill you. Why?
- Matches Malone: Little rich kid like you wouldn't understand.
- Bruce Wayne: Try me.
- Matches Malone: A man gets tired... doing wrong and going unpunished. Nothing happens. You start to wonder if... there is a God.
- Matches Malone: Price starts at ten grand or so for a simple hit on an adult male vic. Then there's a sliding scale, depending on how hard the job is. Charge double for women. Triple for kids. No babies. I won't kill babies.