Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not that I know about, Alfred, why?
Auf wiedersehen
Mercy me, I'm an old fool, aren't I?
Sweet Harriet, please, don't engulf yourself in foolish guilt.
Remember that concert Chandell gave at the White House some time ago?
I'll cast off my criminal skin like a molting butterfly.
Holy metronome, what a fate.
Oh, don't say it, dear lady.
about the 12th bar...
It sets the stage for our next startling move.
At the risk of alarming you, I can see only one...
What stupid, ugly greed.
As sole heiress to millionaire Bruce Wayne's vast fortune...
sing along with me.
I visualized the chords in my mind.
Harry to piano movers.
The infamy of it, attacking your own brother, the great artist Chandell, with a root beer bottle.
- See any way out, Batman? - Frankly, from this perspective, no.
And I'd fly to the arms
I'm delivering you to the police.
Get over here and put the old lady and her chauffeur in the trunk.
Catastrophe.