Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I say faugh. - What?
Forget it, Penguin.
Get him! Yeah, get him! Yeah!
Why? You think it's unwise, Batman?
I push that trunk containing Chief O'Hara into the pool.
Bruce is right. The simpler a case looks, the more tricky it's apt to be.
Obviously, its angular momentum was inadequate for the mass of a real bullet.
Sure. Let him get in touch with Ballpoint Baxter.
Why, you dratted fellow, unhand me.
Now to find out what criminal presently occupies Q-7.
Forbidding the discharge of umbrella guns in the kitchen of a licensed restaurant.
We're on our way, Penguin.
This tawdry, penny-ante pokey on a charge of simulated murder?
It all fits like my glove.
NARRATOR". Mere minutes later, in the city jail downstairs...
Presently occupied by Barney F. Baxter, alias Ballpoint Baxter."
All the needy people in the world, the hungry children.
It's your only hope.
Pengy, look, the handle of your umbrella...
Yeah, police switchboard? This is Commissioner Gordon.
You're deluded, murderous girl.
Astonishing.
We're in luck. Batman's at home.
Good bye.