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You mean prisoners can order blank check forms from the print shop?
Well, don't worry, Batman. I'll wait for you.
The way to foil his plot is to do just the opposite.
I'd like to grab that bird by the neck.
Reflect on your petty sins, you bush-league bird.
- The strange system for ordering food. - Strange?
in the police headquarters building...
- Yes, sir. A great pleasure, sir. - Wait a minute.
Well, that settles it.
Fabulous. Virtually every millionaire in Gotham City was here tonight.
Good question, Robin. Let's call Warden Crichton and find out.
- Spitting on a couple of sidewalks? - Faugh, that's fiddlesticks.
They're coming up to our level now.
It's sure a shame, Batman.
Heh. Thanks for the advice. I'll call Batman at once.
For some sinister reason, that pompous bird wants to be arrested.
Oh, you idiot, over there.
I'll turn on the high-voltage switch, heh-heh-heh...
Very good, sir.
My hunch is right, Robin.
Oh, it's you, Batman.
And last but not least, Chickadee, my hat chick and cigarette girl.
With a connecting door to cell Q-7.
Fair play is Penguin's middle name.