Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Batjet. Come on.
I'll take me men and we'll run up the 102 flights of stairs.
Catwoman?
- Easily. - Easily.
For cash. That's your sweet little old lady, Mr. Cramer.
I've calculated the azimuthal equidistant projection of the sun's rays.
There's no time for that, we're here on official business.
All right, everybody, back up, back up, back up. Cover your ears.
No matter, Robin. This money goes toward building better roads.
Catwoman.
Because in the end, veracity and rectitude always triumph.
I'll be an old tabby by then.
Zubin Zucchini?
Just a minute, my good man.
Drat, drat, double drat.
Get out.
and into the guise of...
Seems to be in excellent tune.
The heck I says it.
Judging from the position of the sun...
A half a million in total. Who's buying them?