Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And they'll need a blotter to soak up our remains.
- Why, certainly. Certainly, Mr. Penguin. - All right, crew, come on in.
Batman is right, Chief O'Hara.
Remember Custer... No, no, let's forget Custer.
Well, in Hollywood, sir, a profile like yours is half the battle.
That truck he's driving is too light to support all that armor.
- Stop! Stop! - Quack, quack, quack.
Yes, they are, sir.
I don't know what I'll do now.
Very good, sir. And now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get on with my film.
Uh, through that door and capture the enemy.
We want you for a 10-year contract.
Headlines in the movie trade papers.
Through the alley, you finks.
Marsha and her aunt Hilda are looking for elderly toads...
Fire if you must, men, but protect your leader.
Now you're in the trash heap where you belong, Dynamic Dodos.
- You mean you can get out of your suit? - No, Robin.
for Aunt Hilda's evil potion.
Because Penguin Productions is prepared to offer you an exclusive five-year contract.
I was once a struggling young actor myself.
Wait a minute. Here's another 5.
Whatever it is, we'll do our best to get it back.
- What do you mean by that? - Never mind. Here, here.
Sir, we haven't had any cavalry since 1910.