Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I got to the library as you escaped and followed you here.
You know, it's against my principles to beat up on ladies...
Oh, mystical, magical Prince of Darkness...
NARRATOR". Sunday afternoon in Gotham City.
The Gotham City Library closed five minutes ago.
Your predictions are nothing but phony, fatuous flimflam.
Oh, don't mention it. Business before pleasure.
The great golden statue of the god Osorkon.
Nice young man, isn't he?
Lucky I'm an Egyptian bibliophile.
With that in mind, here is my third prognostication.
That little blip is the Batmobile.
Look out. Here they come again.
- Where's Alfred? - He's probably out shopping.
Ladies and gentlemen...
Batmobile drove itself after being programmed to stop at red lights and intersections.