Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Take the professor back to the ice wagon.
Say no more, Alfred.
Well, hurry, Batman, hurry, time now belongs to Mr. Freeze.
And in its place was a message from Mr. Freeze.
Darling.
It's a hooded Siberian and Alaskan outer garment.
Frozen to its very marrow.
As far as Mr. Freeze is concerned, you are.
Put them on ice! Ice!
- Don't touch the dials. - Darling.
It is some kind of a trick.
There must be some solution.
- Mr. Freeze escaped us. - I am aware of that, Batman.
beneath the Bruce Wayne Ice Arena.
Even crime fighters need their sleep, Robin.
Bruce Wayne, Batman, Robin.
Our demands.