Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Go down to the creek and brush your teeth.

There is something about this place that seems a little strange.

How? We can't take these boys out of here on a 20-mile hike this time of night.

And what audacious arrogance.

Oh, indeed he is. My own beloved Dr. Somnambula.

Of course, she was asleep in an instant.

I'll put Catwoman to sleep forever.

Grain by grain, the hen fills her belly, Chief O'Hara.

I will give him a hundred thousand if he's here in 10 minutes.

I want you to call me J. Pauline.

This is no time for a sales pitch, Mr. Smuggly.

After all, I haven't been in Gotham City for long.

And into whose eyes would he scatter his sand to get that money?

He can't be part of the display.

You can't blame me for not trusting you.

My ear's ringing.

let's see what the stethoscope tells us.

The intransitive roots of your sensory-motor activity are located right here...

I've been sorely tempted to have this device disconnected, sir.

Mother Machree, we're on the same wavelength.

And two way-out characters are climbing up the wall on ropes. Real weirdoes.