Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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