Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

About time, Alfred. What are we having?
Don Juan Penguin is on the loose.
Clam chowder?
He isn't being swallowed whole, Venus. I can still see a piece of his boot.
- What's the caper? - Well, my Aquarius crime is all set, Pengy.
The inside, not the outside, Joker.
Women of America, beware.
The negative ion attractor which I placed in the trunk...
Whatever you say, Batman.
- What's that? - Well, that's the loss of precious bodily fluids...
Why? You want to die of dehydrophalia?
Correction, Robin. Pearls come from oysters. You came out of that clam.
He's fooled much shrewder people than you, Venus.
This is a bit of Surplice Number Six, my little tulip. Ha-ha-ha.
It's a place to hang our cowls.
We begin with your favorite, Master Dick.
We'll try the sulfide reagents first, Robin.
And then you slip out my card from the Batcomputer...
It's one way of getting even.
by means of a homing device I concealed in her shoe.
Nothing comes out of the faucets but strawberry jelly.
Don't listen to idle rumor, Aunt Harriet.