Dick: Hey, Stu, how you been? I, uh, need a new pair of shoes. Stu: Sorry, I don't make those anymore. Dick: Look, I don't have a lot of time. Stu: I'm in the fruitcake trade now. Just haven't had time to change the signage. Dick: Okay. I need a new fruitcake. Stu: The maligning of the fruitcake, I will never understand. Come here. Dick: Look, I'm sorry. Stu: Don't be sorry. Have a slice. Dick: It wasn't personal. Stu: Fruitcake is my life. My passion. I mean, if you don't like my work, you-- Dick: I love your work. That's why I came back here. Stu: Would you like to put a match to this before you have a slice? Oh, wait, I should know. Sure, this should do it. [Stu burns fruitcake.] Stu: There, that's how Dick likes his fruitcake. Dick: I'm sorry I burned your suit. I need your help, Stu. I need another one. Something different. Stu: Well, Master Wayne said you'd be coming. Dick: Of course he did. Stu: Come on.