Bruce Wayne:
[Edward extends his had to shake Bruce's] Mister...?
Edward Nygma:
Ohhhhh... Bruce Wayne.
Bruce Wayne:
No, that's uh, my name. And you are?
Edward Nygma:
Oh! Nygma. Edward... Edward Nygma. You hired me personally. We've never actually met, but you signed the employment form yourself. I have it.
Bruce Wayne:
I'm gonna need that hand back, Ed.
Edward Nygma:
Oh! Yes, of course! I'm sorry. It's just that... you're my idol.
Fred Stickley:
[reaches for Nygma's arm] Back to work Edward.
Edward Nygma:
[yanks arm away] And *some* people have been trying to keep us apart.
Fred Stickley:
Back to work Edward!
Bruce Wayne:
It's okay. So, Mr. Nygma, what's on your mind?
Edward Nygma:
Precisely! What's on all our minds? Brainwaves. [giggles]
Edward Nygma:
The future of Wayne Enterprises is brainwaves. [runs into his cubicle]
Fred Stickley:
You'll have to forgive this Mr. Wayne. I personally terminated this project this morning!
Bruce Wayne:
It's okay.
Edward Nygma:
[pops out with a high-tech contraption] I have it! Voila! Huh? My invention beams any TV signal directly into the human brain. By stimulating the neurons, manipulating brainwaves if you will, this device makes the viewer feel like they're actually inside the show! Why be brutalized by an uncaring world?
Bruce Wayne:
Did you say manipulating brainwaves?
Edward Nygma:
Well... uh... yes.
Bruce Wayne:
Hmmm.
Edward Nygma:
Not that someone like you would need this. Someone so... sophisticated... and intelligent. I just need additional funds and time for human testing. Let me show you, *please!*
Bruce Wayne:
Now look Ed, I'm going to need a full set of technical schematics on this, alright?
Edward Nygma:
I want you to know we're gonna be full partners on this Bruce! Look at us! Two of a kind!
Bruce Wayne:
You call my assistant Margaret, she'll set something up.
Edward Nygma:
[grabs Wayne by the arm] Uhhhhhh... that's not gonna be good for me. I need an answer now. I think I deserve it.
Bruce Wayne:
Well I'm sorry Ed, then the answer's no. Stimulating neurons... tampering with people's brainwaves... it just raises too many questions. I'm sorry. Thanks everybody, factory looks great. Keep up the good work.
Fred Stickley:
Alright, everyone. Back to work. [in Nygma's ear]
Fred Stickley:
We'll discuss this later!
Edward Nygma:
[watching Wayne leave] You were supposed to understand! [pause]
Edward Nygma:
I'll *make* you understand...
[last lines]
Jim Lovell:
[narrating] Our mission was called "a successful failure," in that we returned safely but never made it to the Moon. In the following months, it was determined that a damaged coil built inside the oxygen tank sparked during our cryo stir and caused the explosion that crippled the Odyssey. It was a minor defect that occured two years before I was even named the flight's commander. Fred Haise was going back to the moon on Apollo 18, but his mission was cancelled because of budget cuts; he never flew in space again. Nor did Jack Swigert, who left the astronaut corps and was elected to Congress from the state of Colorado. But he died of cancer before he was able to take office. Ken Mattingly orbited the moon as Command Module Pilot of Apollo 16, and flew the Space Shuttle, having never gotten the measles. Gene Kranz retired as Director of Flight Operations just not long ago. And many other members of Mission Control have gone on to other things, but some are still there. As for me, the seven extraordinary days of Apollo 13 were my last in space. I watched other men walk on the Moon, and return safely, all from the confines of Mission Control and our house in Houston. I sometimes catch myself looking up at the Moon, remembering the changes of fortune in our long voyage, thinking of the thousands of people who worked to bring the three of us home. I look up at the Moon and wonder, when will we be going back, and who will that be?
