[he did the best he could with what he had. With what he was given. Dick understands how difficult Bruce can be. And he wishes he could say something, and he almost does; his mouth opens then closes. Not now. Not over the network. He had to cheer him up.] An excellent job, Alfred. Excellent. First class.

D'you ever... [Trails off, trying to find the right words for this.] Do you ever think about how it might be, if we met our counterparts? I mean, you're Alfred, I know, but you're not quite like the one I know. And Bruce.... Bruce isn't the same one that helped raise me. How weird would it be, to meet the other ones?