Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't listen to idle rumor, Aunt Harriet.
And then you slip out my card from the Batcomputer...
About time, Alfred. What are we having?
- What's the caper? - Well, my Aquarius crime is all set, Pengy.
The inside, not the outside, Joker.
Women of America, beware.
Correction, Robin. Pearls come from oysters. You came out of that clam.
- What's that? - Well, that's the loss of precious bodily fluids...
Why? You want to die of dehydrophalia?
He's fooled much shrewder people than you, Venus.
Clam chowder?
It's one way of getting even.
We begin with your favorite, Master Dick.
Don Juan Penguin is on the loose.
We'll try the sulfide reagents first, Robin.
He isn't being swallowed whole, Venus. I can still see a piece of his boot.
by means of a homing device I concealed in her shoe.
This is a bit of Surplice Number Six, my little tulip. Ha-ha-ha.
It's a place to hang our cowls.
Nothing comes out of the faucets but strawberry jelly.
Whatever you say, Batman.
The negative ion attractor which I placed in the trunk...