Old World Fruit Bat

dining-room panelled with old oak, its Jacobean table bright with flowers and silver and cut glass and Wedgwood dishes heaped with fruit: greengages, peaches

that old woman I saw sittin' in the window out there wasn't Bates' mother? Sheriff Chambers: Now wait a minute, Sam. Are you sure you saw an old woman

Crane: Why not? Sam Loomis: Bates. Lila Crane: Then let's find him. One of us can keep him occupied while the other gets to the old woman. Sam Loomis: You'll

peaches! I’m baffled. How does a bat become a man? And why does he have such a strong sense of justice? Does he want fruit or blood? (His phone rings.) Hello

You will. Next time they shine your light in the sky, don't go to it. The Bat is dead. Bury it. Consider this mercy. [To Lex] I'll take you in without