Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm willing to give myself up, but only to you, Batman.
These are not the cat's-eye opals.
That's very good, Robin. Bijou. French for "jewel."
Besides, everyone knows that the Batagonian cat's-eye opals...
It doesn't matter. There is a $3 million reward for these.
I'd heard about them out in California, Commissioner Gordon.
No. Those poor misguided students are still restless.
I'm the exception, not the rule.
You're very beautiful, Catwoman.
Sorry I wasn't a better parole officer.
What's so funny?
Yes. Batagonian cat's-eye opals are notorious for the amount of great bad luck they bring...
and I, for one, bless the day they arrived on the scene.
Amazing that you could have predicted her plot, Batman.
Al Dente.
Penn, Brown, Cornell, Freddy, get him!
Heh. Thank you, Batman.
There's no room for another man in my life, Mr. Wayne.
Batman...
- Shall we go? - Must we?
The ladder could fall and hit you on the head.
I must move, and I won't.
Hardly a secret identity for Batman. Ha, ha.
It's about to trickle over the lip, Robin.
I mean, it's me and you against the world. Ooh.
- Someone's at the secret door. - Who could it be?