Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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