Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She's good dancer, Eggski.
To the Batpoles.
Cossack without victory dance is like egg without salt.
NARRATOR". And how right he is.
Yes, she's dancing to her grave. Ha, ha, ha.
Oh, protect me, Batgirl. That monster is going to shoot me.
with frosted swords.
My Cossacks, hack them to shashliks.
in a specially-cooled vault at the Gotham National Bank.
- And it's worth $200 an ounce. So... - So?
Olga, Olga, my dear.
- Forewarned is forearmed, Chief O'Hara. - That's true, Batman.
Batman.
Quite true, Robin.
Olga and Egghead ran right into the paddy wagon again.
With Egghead in town, no bank is safe.
They almost turned me into a human hors d'oeuvre.
All right, all right. As long as you remember our bargain.
But you mustn't tell anyone what you see in here.
They've already left with my caviar.
Mercy! Ha!
It is victory celebration, Eggski.