Merry Christmas, Batman.
(At the Daily Planet)
Unnamed co-worker: Hey Clark, anyone ever tell you, you'd look way better without glasses?
Clark: You'd be the first.
Unnamed co-worker: You should consider getting contacts?
Clark: Honestly, I wouldn't be myself without my glasses.
Unnamed co-worker: So, you got any plans for the holidays.
Clark: As a matter of fact, I'm flying up North for the weekend.
Unnamed co-worker: Family?
Clark: Just getting together with an old friend from out of town
(Killinger's Department Store, Lingerie Department)
Alfred: Excuse me miss, I may require your assistance.
Sales Lady: Certainly,Who are you shopping for? Wife? Girlfriend?
Alfred: No, Madame, Mister Bruce Wayne.
Sales Lady: Oh…any particular color?
Alfred: He prefers black
Sales Lady: Well, these ones here are nice.
Alfred: I'll trust your judgement miss.
Sales Lady: I'll go and ring you up. (Alfred Walks Away) I guess Billionaires really are eccentric.
(At the Fortress of Solitude)
Batman: Merry Christmas. (Batman hands Superman an x-mass present)
Superman: I wonder what it is.
(Attempts to use his x-ray vision)
Batman: No peaking.
Superman: A lead box, you must've wrapped this yourself? Touching.
Batman: Open it.
Superman: A lump of coal, Bruce you shouldn't have. (Squeezes coal in fist makes diamond).
Batman: Don't mention it.
Superman: I'll cross Lois off my Christmas list.
Batman: What else do you get for the man who has everything?
Superman: A gift card would've been nice.
Batman: Hmm, next year.This is for Lois (Hands Superman a gift).
Superman: More coal?
Batman: No. But it is tiny and black.
Krypto: GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Batman: I didn't forget the dog. (Opens a second gift box revealing novelty superman dog costume) I told Alfred to get something practical.
Superman: Good luck getting it on him. I got something for you too. Go ahead, open it. (Batman opens the gift to reveal a grey Christmas sweater with the Bat emblem sewn on it.) For when it's cold in the Batcave.
Batman: Give Martha my regards.
Superman: Try it on, see if it fits.
Batman: It'll fit.
(At the Batcave)
Alfred: (Seeing Batman wear the Bat-Sweater)Master Bruce, I must compliment you on your impeccable taste in clothing.
Bruce: I was cold.
(Stately Wayne Manor, Christmas Day)
Bruce: Hold on Alfred there's one more.
Alfred: (opens gift) But Master Bruce your Sweater…
Bruce: After seeing you admire it, I spoke with Clark; Martha made you one … for when it's cold in the Batcave.
Alfred: Very well sir, there's always next Christmas.
Tim: I can't wait to find out what you got me.
Bruce: Don't worry, you'll like it.(Said with a subtle smile)
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