Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll be there all right. I'll be there all right...
- Police detail'? - Police detail'?
Shame, honey, it's a trap. Don't go.
Her scalp look good on my belt.
On your feet, Shame.
Very well, thank you.
It's an invitation for Shame to meet me in man-to-man combat, unarmed.
Then you bring Fat Squaw to Central American pavilion...
so that no innocent bystanders would get shot up.
Allay your trepidation, Robin.
Not a thing to worry about.
Gang, hang him up on the wall for safekeeping.
My Shame's got your Batgirl, and he ain't gonna let her go.
That's an insult.
I don't suppose she'll be going anywhere, Shame.
Are you sure the phone isn't out of order, operator?
worries of my daughter's welfare keep invading my thoughts.
You reckon she's all right, Batgirl, in the trunk of the car?
Eleven o'clock, Shame, honey. Dad-blame it, I know it.
They're about 30 feet apart now.