Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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