Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There is something about this place that seems a little strange.

Grain by grain, the hen fills her belly, Chief O'Hara.

I've been sorely tempted to have this device disconnected, sir.

My ear's ringing.

I want you to call me J. Pauline.

After all, I haven't been in Gotham City for long.

And what audacious arrogance.

This is no time for a sales pitch, Mr. Smuggly.

He can't be part of the display.

You can't blame me for not trusting you.

Of course, she was asleep in an instant.

I'll put Catwoman to sleep forever.

The intransitive roots of your sensory-motor activity are located right here...

Oh, indeed he is. My own beloved Dr. Somnambula.

I will give him a hundred thousand if he's here in 10 minutes.

let's see what the stethoscope tells us.

And two way-out characters are climbing up the wall on ropes. Real weirdoes.

Mother Machree, we're on the same wavelength.

How? We can't take these boys out of here on a 20-mile hike this time of night.

Go down to the creek and brush your teeth.

And into whose eyes would he scatter his sand to get that money?