Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It is two lines longer than Hamlet, sir.
Perhaps you should try and knit us a few old toads, darling.
And keep moving, you Cupcake Crusaders.
There you are. My own armored division.
In these things?
Don't bother, Batman.
Try to wrench yourself free, Robin.
Here's 5 bucks. I want you to haul that away.
Batman and Robin, we're all ready. Come here.
That's an impossible shot, Batman.
Great acting job, Batman. You could run for senator. Or governor.
of the intersection of Mulberry and 7th Streets.
After them, men. Charge!
I think the first step might be for Robin and me...
- Huh, major? - Hmm?
Next year?
What are you doing in those suits of armor, Batman?
Beautiful, Batman. You shorted out the fuse box and cut off the power to the magnet.
- Why, I don't understand this, Mr. Penguin. - Sorry, general, that's show business.
I'm afraid I've got it bad, Robin baby.
Oh, oh. Mm.
There's some hideously honest motive behind all this.
- Penguin? - Uh-huh?
When he tried to smash the two of you like a pair of ripe tomatoes?
Not yet?