One day, John, I will properly, eloquently defend the Keaton Batman in such a convincing way that you will have no choice but to fall to your knees and beg his forgiveness.

Also, Prince.

It may break your soul and you may never recover from tehe burny, burny cheesy-eighties-tastic-ness, but I will relish your defeat just the same. Relish, I say!

I may even go so far as to ketchup and mustard it. I'll do it. I'm craaaazy.