Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come let us stroll down lover's lane
It's impossible, Batman, your assets are tied up by a hundred ironclad trusts.
Oh, beautiful.
Too bad. She was a sweet old lady in her way.
Good bye.
is something amiss?
Concentrate on the andante passage in his first selection...
We've slaved for you, Chandell.
Yes, amigo?
have a whiff of Bat-gas.
Dusted with the stuff that dreams are made of.
"Dear sweet Harriet."
Okay, pal, button up.
Poor deluded females.
- Wait a minute. - A minute's too long.
Sure, that was the concert which made him famous.
Oh, sham.
Do me a great honor, appear with me on-stage...
A proposal?
Then what'll we do?
The softness of these hands...
gives my hand a kiss...
It is a thought, Robin. It's not much more than they deserve.
Excellent.