Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let these people through.
Precisely, Chief O'Hara.
Oh, I wouldn't do that, sir.
Holy impossibility.
Oh, that must be your twin brother, Harry, at the secret entrance.
Do exactly as I say.
The felons were a trio of female phantoms, apparently Burmese dancing girls.
Holy fratricide.
Get home? Uh, Mr. Wayne is away?
Doubtless your brief excursion into the wilderness has sharpened your mind.
- The bonny baubles are in the bag. - Well done, lassies.
The great Chandell could play no more prettily than you will.
Who the heck were they?
Where's Mrs. Cooper now?
Just before the end of "Danse Arabe" he struck a C-minor chord...
They must be eliminated.
As I scarcely need tell you, Mrs. Cooper, we have grave fears tonight.
Momo Jaja
What a break.