Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

High-voltage electric cables into the pool.
Moldavian food poisoning.
I fear it's too grim.
Fortunate the criminal classes don't realize the possibilities.
Open the trunk. Release Chief O'Hara.
Heavily dusted with pastry flour.
run for your lives to your favorite family physician.
Ballpoint. Ballpoint. Ballpoint, don't leave me.
What an astonishing stroke of luck.
- Why, what an extraordinary pastry. - The biggest I've ever seen.
An arraignment, Your Honor. Mr. Penguin and his rascally restaurateurs.
There. That ought to do it.
Yes. Mr. Blue, prepare to light the burner.
- "Quill-Pen Quertch"? - Who's he?
Oh, no. No.
You fry and sizzle and boil.
Release Mr. Penguin and his rascally restaurateurs.
Alas, it's too simple.
Quickly, down and up the Batpoles before they wake.
I believe I have that sum on hand in the small wall safe in my study.
Ha-ha-ha. - Oh.
Now, which of us is to cast the first stone?
Your Honor, the people withdraw their case.
Come on, I'll help you get it out.
Quick. To the Approval Routing Flow
This is one plan Penguin won't twist.
There you are. Only one.
Don't touch anything for a minute and 23 seconds. Remember.
Right index finger.
Robin, would you get me police headquarters via the special tip line, please?