Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Batman teaches me a little poetry in between remanding criminals to jail.
What is it, Batman?
But where is the bottom?
Well, he means Batman, Robin and King Tut.
But I gave the real estate broker specific instructions...
The Batcomputer said that?
Right. Thanks for the information.
Ah, look who's here, the Dynamic Dullards.
Directly into the Batcave.
There's so many people in the area, they might spot us as we drive out the secret entrance.
This caused him to raise his voice three decibels above high C...
Holy Sample Orders, Batman!
- I think we done struck trouble. - Why?
Ah, good. Let's go, Robin.
I certainly hope so.
Well, there's a blimp trailing some joker's used-car advertisements.
He's been running off at the mouth about some secret or riddle.
King Tut ran up the shaft.
What about me, Batman?
the man who has the listing on the property next to Wayne Manor.
Breaking world's records is just part of crime-fighting, Robin.
Of what possible use could that land be to a man like Tut?
And if I know you, no doubt you know what I know now, no, huh?
Holy razor's edge. Was that a close shave.
Take only $47,000, Tutlings.
Why, this afternoon, I have a deal where I'm selling a lot without a house for $47,000.