The Great Dictator
".......whelp. It's here. My lovely bunch'a pupils, it's descending on us. The International Amateur Aeronautics Competition for some godforsaken reason is coming to Gotham this year. Flyboys and girls from all over the entire goddamn WORLD are gonna land at this very airfield, on our home! Well I'll tell you what, I ain't havin' that shit! Sure, they can stay here, so long as they like the feeling of our afterburners in their smug, stupid faces! They'll all be dead before they even taxi out to the runway! You know why? Because that's how we fucking roll! This is OUR town, OUR airfield, and OUR competition! AM I RIGHT!?"
SB: "....didn't your mom ever tell you it's rude to point?"
"....you ruined it. You ruined it and I'm leaving."
TD: "Some leader right there."
"You guys suck."
The Great Dictator
".......whelp. It's here. My lovely bunch'a pupils, it's descending on us. The International Amateur Aeronautics Competition for some godforsaken reason is coming to Gotham this year. Flyboys and girls from all over the entire goddamn WORLD are gonna land at this very airfield, on our home! Well I'll tell you what, I ain't havin' that shit! Sure, they can stay here, so long as they like the feeling of our afterburners in their smug, stupid faces! They'll all be dead before they even taxi out to the runway! You know why? Because that's how we fucking roll! This is OUR town, OUR airfield, and OUR competition! AM I RIGHT!?"
SB: "....didn't your mom ever tell you it's rude to point?"
"....you ruined it. You ruined it and I'm leaving."
TD: "Some leader right there."
"You guys suck."