Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Chief O'Hara. - At ease, O'Leary.
Pass me the salt, deary.
Oh, yes, my dear.
I want to appropriate that diamond myself personally.
- I take it you're the best man? - Yes.
Holy harem, Batman. What a nest.
My only concern is Chief O'Hara. Where is he?
Your report, Grand Mogul.
He's mine.
A notion, a potion, for making a commotion. Ha-ha-ha.
She's bound to make a go for it.
Take my life. Take my love. Take my all.
I'm yours to command.
Alas, 'tis a pale thing beside your own beauty.
- Batman. - Marsha.
But if anything will work, this will.
Yes, chief. O'Toole, O'Rourke, Goldberg, follow me.
That's all I wanted to know.
Grand Mogul, take him to the suitors' quarters.
Come in.
Carve them into camel food.