Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The word is "matador," Robin.

Come again. Ha-ha-ha. Goodbye.

at the annual Gotham City Rodeo. - Great Scott.

Poor devil, he's in a state of shock, Shame must have just left.

Ha-ha-ha! But it took a sun-tanned westerner to do the trick.

One of ours or one of yours?

You and every other criminal know that I don't carry firearms, Shame.

- Did you hear anything? - You hear anything?

Well, what are you gonna do now, Andy? You're not really a lost little boy.

All right, Leo, what did you come to talk to me about?

And four of them totals up to one million, two hundred thousand, all together.

Don't fret, old chum.

I like to think of you two as my own personal blessings in disguise.

I wanna be a hero like you, caped crime-fighter.

- And they have one great advantage over us. - Which is?

I'm looking for an underground agent.