Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Very well.
Yes, chief.
It's a Bat-alert Buzzer connected to the phone in the Batcave as in our other cars. Let's go.
Why, Barbara would never consent to marry that scoundrel.
So tonight is Dick Grayson's night...
Man the Batradarscope.
And you might take a look at this evening's Gotham City Times.
However, our purpose here is quite serious.
I'll marry you. Just leave my father alone.
Roger.
Hush, hush, sir.
I expect we haven't seen the last of her.
Ha, ha! I must call him at once and thank him.
Of course, we could always borrow a hairpin from Batgi...
- You'll do what? - I'll...
But I don't know your secret. I don't even know who you are.
What was that about the Gotham City Times?
We'll have you out as soon as we can Bat-pick this lock, Alfred.
What does it say?
you may find yourself in hot water.
so she can see what'll happen if she doesn't cooperate.
Well, then I apologize.
before the Dynamic Dunderheads put the snatch on me.
This? Me?
We badly need the money for our summer camp.
Penguin becomes son-in-law of the commissioner.
His umbrellas are closed.
It's Alfred's emergency belt-buckle Batcall signal.
Come on, coach her on her lines.
Guess who this is. Hwah, hwah, hwah!
Trust Penguin to have a surefire recipe for pigeon pie. Hwah, hwah, hwah.
Really, Penguin, all that waddling around you do...
To the Batmobile.
- Move it, preach. - I beg your pardon?
You can't imagine such bliss.