[Batman gets a dose of the Scarecrow's nerve gas]
The Scarecrow: Having trouble?
[Batman falls onto a chair]
The Scarecrow: Take a seat.
[splashes Batman with alcohol]
The Scarecrow: Have a drink.
[nightmarish images of the Scarecrow, bats, and the shooting play in his mind]
The Scarecrow: You look like a man who takes himself too seriously.
[lights a lighter]
The Scarecrow: You want my opinion? You need to lighten up.
[Scarecrow sets Batman on fire]