Bruce realizing that he needs to put in more effort in his relationship with Selina…

Bruce: If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that you can’t schedule love.

Alfred: I think your credit card statement would beg to differ.

Bruce has a dream where he dies and nobody shows up at his funeral…

Dream Bruce: Where is everybody? Where are all my friends?

Dream Selina: You don’t have any friends, honey. I’m afraid it’s a side effect of… telling people to stick it in their butts.

At a Wayne Foundation charity gala…

Selina: What sort of daily expenses does a billionaire vigilante incur?

Bruce: Batarangs?

Selina: Daily.

Bruce: Or, I don’t know, maybe a surf and turf dinner at the Iceberg Lounge?

Selina: Uh-huh?

Bruce: And then maybe a room upstairs at the East End Regal Hotel?

Selina: Uh-huh.

Bruce: And then, maybe…

Selina: *gets up to leave* I’m gonna leave you here. Between hope and despair.

Jason: What’s odd is you wanting to date our fath- Bruce!

Selina: Why’s that odd?

Jason: Because you’re you! And he’s, um –

Selina: Handsome, mysterious, successful, a genius…

Jason: Like, one of those, tops.

Selina: I’ll distract the file clerk. Apparently, he’s really into bird-watching, so talking to a woman should blow his mind. And talking to this woman? *places hand on own chest daintily* It could kill him.