Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

For cash. That's your sweet little old lady, Mr. Cramer.
- Easily. - Easily.
I'll be an old tabby by then.
Because in the end, veracity and rectitude always triumph.
Seems to be in excellent tune.
Drat, drat, double drat.
All right, everybody, back up, back up, back up. Cover your ears.
The heck I says it.
There's no time for that, we're here on official business.
I'll take me men and we'll run up the 102 flights of stairs.
Zubin Zucchini?
Catwoman?
Judging from the position of the sun...
No matter, Robin. This money goes toward building better roads.
Get out.
Just a minute, my good man.
I've calculated the azimuthal equidistant projection of the sun's rays.
A half a million in total. Who's buying them?
and into the guise of...
Catwoman.
The Batjet. Come on.