Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, it's useful sometimes.
Talk about crude, naked police brutality. Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Fits what, Batman?
Auf wiedersehen, my dear
Set up to the docks and stand back.
Oh, my ears.
Music, dreamboat.
Like a night moth's wings, they're dusted.
Of course, I'll marry her.
You're a charming fellow, Mr. Slye.
It not amiss, Alfred, it's a nightmare.