Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hold the phone, butterfly.
and sing some sweet song in your incomparable voice.
Sleep tight, won't you?
I'm a criminal attorney. It says so on my letterhead.
Chief.
you vile criminal twin.
We outshouted the piano, don't you see?
He never was much good.
you don't dream I'd cast you off, I hope.
It's somebody called Fingers.
are made mindful of a night moth's wings.
Such feeling.
Attacked by phantoms at Wayne Manor.
ravishing Rae...
As they say in the movies, "Stick up your mitts."
Batman to police.
- Witnesses? - I order a countercharge, sir.
I know my heart won't beat again
Alfred, will you please bring me a tiny glass of blackberry brandy?