Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Spritz him, Riddler, with the metal filings in your gloves.

Get her. Batman's on our tail. Let's get out through the steam room.

Thank you, Miss Gordon. You've been great help.

- I guess you're right. - Some camel grass juice, sir?

I was walking home, took a chance the Caped Crusader would be here.

Like a dream. It worked just like a dream, Betsy.

But, uh, only licorice native to my country.

Go on, Riddler.

That's it, commissioner.

I just got back from the New Hebrides this evening.

Gentlemen, if we had our choice of laps to sit on right now, which would we choose?

- A loser. And I'm not a loser, Riddler. - Oh?

and it didn't look much like a Southwestern Asiatic chin to this student of history.

I thought my broadcast would put the Dynamic Decimal Points on your track.