Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm pleased to see that you have standards, Venus...
Instead of two, you'll discover seven about to give you a free trip to heaven.
Keep the stars out of your eyes, gentlemen. Woo, ha-ha-ha!
The pot's being put on the fire right now, and Batman's in it.
I'll do it for you, Batman.
All right, tonsils, ransom time. Let's go.
Yes, Aunt Harriet.
You're losing your nerve, Venus, which is a shame.
So while Penguin was leading us on a wild-goose chase...
I don't think it's Taurus either.
Oh, let me at them.