Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's me, dickhead.

Oh, it's a heartbreaking goodbye.

I don't know, tomorrow? I've kinda got my hands full right now.

Oh, just give it a minute, you'll go into shock.

-[alarm blaring] -[guns firing]

Also, are those raisins?

Yeah, yeah! You know, I am so gonna show the world

was just finding 150 gallons of this shit.

-[clearing throat] -Oh, hey, Harley.

It just seems like every time I turn around,

-[babbling] -[bankers gagging]

-[metallic clanging] -Hmm.

And it wasn't an engagement ring.

I made some bread puddin' for my puddin'.

-Yep. This is it. Let's go. -Unless...

-Ya never loved me. -Come on.

-[high-pitched ringing] -[Harley groaning]

Yes, no, please continue with your bullshit.

I don't know, hon.

But in this fight, I'm afraid I have to

"Knew you'd make it out. Let's forget the past.

Till death do us part.

[screaming] I'm in a lot of pain!

[Frank the plant] I did not ask for a fuckin' roommate.

-but I couldn't possibly let this punctuation prick... -[Riddler] Hey!

Hey, Riddler. I got some notes on your show.

[romantic music playing]

[stammering] Yes, but I thought up that great "plus one" line.

You're not supposed to take his face off yet. I had this covered.

Oh, boo-fuckin'-hoo.

And God help us if you get to Gotham's bladder!

Asks the guy who fucks bats.

It's me, Joker!

Do you remember how you diagnosed me?

but not your own son's birthday!

Ugh, look what all those months in Arkham did to my poor babies.