Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

to be stamped with my disapproval.
- Yes, commissioner? - Batman, what a relief.
Like old times. We had a few laughs, didn't we?
Batman may be intending to smoke The Green Hornet out, as it were.
Holy living end.
We have here, ladies and gentlemen, that famous stamp from Egypt...
I wonder what's keeping him.
No doubt she contrived to leave a message.
Besides, I can ask you. Why do you know to agree with another? Besides, I can ask you. Why do you know to agree with another?
Inconceivable. I'll call them both up at once.
- Hello. - This is Batman.
Forgive the intrusion, sir, but Mr. Reid is upstairs. He'd like to see you.
Apricot was hungry, and she's only down to the Ds.
to the field!
And I strongly suspect that Britt Reid is Batman.
Ask Mrs. Cooper to keep him occupied, Alfred, a few minutes.
I know, but our tricks are gonna have to be tempered with good judgment.
You must have found those man-sized stamps of The Green Hornet...
I really don't know him very well, Britt.
- Bruce Wayne's The Green Hornet? - And Britt Reid is Batman?
Oh, here comes Bruce now.
I guess I'm tired...
Well, goodbye, Miss Pinkston.
- He sends his regards. - Very thoughtful.
- Come on. - No.
- Are they? - Are they?