Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My toes are almost in the puncher.
All the longing, working, waiting Burning, turn...
I'm not worthy of you.
Come on, out.
Don t ask questions, Robin. Sing each note precisely as I do.
Truly spoken...
A clever and diabolical scheme.
The world's gone mad, the whole planet lunatic.
Dear Doe...
Come, pick him up. Batman out.
That's enough about silly me.
Strange.
Farewell, adieu.
Poor bats, they squeak no more.
atop the Gotham City Town Hall. Good day, sir.
A most unwelcome arrival. The fellow was beginning to talk.
You're not the great Chandell.
You must be that awful twin brother I read about in the papers.
Imagine, farewell, Chandell.
Patience and subtlety, the honest policeman's only aids.
The Dynamic Duo about to be perforated into human piano rolls.