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And I strongly suspect that Britt Reid is Batman.
- Hello. - This is Batman.
I know, but our tricks are gonna have to be tempered with good judgment.
- Are they? - Are they?
Batman may be intending to smoke The Green Hornet out, as it were.
You must have found those man-sized stamps of The Green Hornet...
Like old times. We had a few laughs, didn't we?
Oh, here comes Bruce now.
Besides, I can ask you. Why do you know to agree with another? Besides, I can ask you. Why do you know to agree with another?
- Bruce Wayne's The Green Hornet? - And Britt Reid is Batman?
Inconceivable. I'll call them both up at once.
- He sends his regards. - Very thoughtful.
Holy living end.
- Come on. - No.
No doubt she contrived to leave a message.
Ask Mrs. Cooper to keep him occupied, Alfred, a few minutes.
We have here, ladies and gentlemen, that famous stamp from Egypt...
I guess I'm tired...
to the field!
I wonder what's keeping him.
Forgive the intrusion, sir, but Mr. Reid is upstairs. He'd like to see you.
- Yes, commissioner? - Batman, what a relief.
Well, goodbye, Miss Pinkston.
Apricot was hungry, and she's only down to the Ds.
to be stamped with my disapproval.
I really don't know him very well, Britt.