Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know that life's the secret of it all
Perhaps if you removed your chapeau.
Oh.
Gosh, I guess I, Dick Grayson, would inherit it.
Poor deluded females. Poor deluded females.
To wit, the damage of a licensed perforating machine...
It would all go to Aunt Harriet.
Oh, dear.
You think I'd fall for that old chestnut?
It was exactly the same as the Paderewski version.
To put it pithily, this Fingers fits like a glove.
Oh, if I had the wings like an angel
That genius twin brother of yours, I had to cool him, Harry.
Have a whiff of Movie Sonic's gas!
However, no time for self-congratulation.
I'd say about 11 years. - Eleven years?
If only there were more like her.
A roll undoubtedly secured from twin brother Harry's music roll factory.
Holy Caruso, how?
When a man whom I know as well as I know Chandell...
Which reminds me, Harry, my bill for springing you from the hoosegow.
What's the plot? Were you going to marry me for my money?
Soon we must say:
Um, excuse me, sir.