Poison ivy: ..".. the racketball of my heart lunging out for warkets nest a birdsnest is my psyche as opposed to my psyche being a den of scorpions.."
Bruce Wayne: ..".. ahh.. the most exotic .. metaphors.. simile's.. you know.. I'm not the wizard with words.. you are.. pamela.."
Poison ivy: .."... you speak trenchantly.. Bruce.. I wax loquaciously.."
Bruce Wayne: .."... maybe it's the trenchant businessman in me.."
Poison ivy: ..".. I think if I ever became a businesswoman of the burrs.. I would be a honeybee businesswoman of honey hive nestling in the woodworks of honeycomb caves of Afghanistan business .. I would seek for business in the rosy caves of Afghanistan.. and it would be their that I would hollow out the idies of march.. the trammelling agriculture of desertstorm business.. like a stormcloud of locusts I would rain business down on Gotham.. like twenty plagues of genteel manners I would storm my businesswoman self down upon Gotham.. and do myself like a mixture of nettles and thyme locusts and weed marigold and harper gold .. this is my rainbow trout soul like a fishie mistaken for a waterfall.. and I have a waterfall soul that hydraulics my gentle brain of electricity neurochemical which seeks all immunity to poison.. I seek to have a mind immune to poison and this.. could be harder than I thought.. for I have autumn skin.."
Bruce Wayne: .."... no words for you.. pamela.. no words.."
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