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It's almost hypnotic.
An echo haunts my ears.
- Mm, beg pardon? - Never mind, Bruce.
Farewell, costumed clowns.
It's obvious, we're about to be fed into a machine...
Five million? Where?
Criminal tools, of course.
And I can see the Gordens and the Campbells...
Sure thing, Bruce.
A grim tale, indeed.
Gee, Sal.
I must have lost my wits.
and my nephew, Dick, is on a school holiday.
But you have a voice of a nightingale.
I've never heard such a monstrous threat in all my life.
I'm afraid it means the end of our vacations.
The Dynamic Duo is away, all right.
Good day to you, lads and lassies. A very good day to you.
She insisted on paying a private visit to the great maestro in his dressing room.
- How very gauche, if I may say so. - Oh!
This travesty's gone far enough.
Batman. Batman.