Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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