Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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