Selizzle Kyle: There's a storm coming, Mista Muthafuckin Weezy. Yo Ass n' yo' playaz mo' betta batten down tha hatches, cuz when it hits, you're all gonna wonder how tha fuck yo ass ever thought yo ass could live so big-ass n' leave so lil fo' tha rest of us.
Bruce Weezy: Yo Ass sound like you're lookin forward ta dat shit.
Selizzle Kyle: I'm adaptable.
Alfred: Don't worry, Masta Weezy. It takes a lil time ta git back tha fuck into tha swin of thangs.
Catbiatch: He's behind yo ass fo'sho.
Mercenary: Who, biatch?
Bruce Weezy: I'm not afraid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I'm supa pissed.
Lucius Fox: I call his ass Da Bat, n' yes Mista Muthafuckin Weezy it do come up in black.
Bruce Weezy: This hood needz me.
Bruce Weezy: Must've lost mah ticket.
Valet Attendant: Yo Crazy-Ass ho holla'd yo ass was takin a cab home.
Bruce Weezy: My fuckin ho?
Catbiatch: Bout dat whole no glocks thang... I'm not shizzle I feel as straight fuckin bout it as yo ass do.
Alfred: I'm so sorry. I failed yo ass fo'sho. Yo Ass trusted me, n' I failed you.
Daggett: What is you, biatch?
Bane: I'm Gotham's reckoning, here ta end tha borrowed time you've all been livin on.