Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Like a night moth's wings, they're dusted.
Set up to the docks and stand back.
Of course, I'll marry her.
Oh, my ears.
Yes, it's useful sometimes.
It not amiss, Alfred, it's a nightmare.
Auf wiedersehen, my dear
Music, dreamboat.
Fits what, Batman?
Talk about crude, naked police brutality. Tsk, tsk, tsk.
You're a charming fellow, Mr. Slye.