Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's what I think.
And you've signed it.
Oh, Bruce, your lips are terribly chapped.
Penguin is a perfectionist. I'll do it a hundred times if it's necessary.
Oh, you know, I suspect this is your doing, masked meddlers.
Yes, I know, Robin.
We'll do it again and again and again.
Now for stage three. I will need another love potion from your aunt Hilda.
- Sure and that's the truth. - So you signed that contract...
That's impossible. Our Bat-homing...
Fortified with vitamin C.
You have to get them back, Batman.
But don't worry, I have enough enthusiasm for both of us.
This is outrageous.
Well, try harder. Time is money in the movie business.
- Potion? - Yes. I think a love-inducing elixir of some sort.
Batman, I want you to put some "groowiln'" into it.
Bash those guards.
Yes, he made the chain-mail armor out of it.
Lift that loot and tote that cash. Get the loot.
Tsk. You're witnessing the final disintegration of a criminal brain, Robin.
And we cannot approve the scene which you apparently are about to shoot.
at the Gotham City Museum of Antiquities?
Well, I'm going to get you some salve for those lips.
Or no diamonds.
should take a look at this script. What do you think, Robin?