Huh? What was that? I should kill everyone and escape? Sorry. The voices. I'm kidding. Jeez. That's not what they really said.

— Hey, everyone can see all this trippy magic stuff right?
— Yeah, why?
— I'm off my meds.

— Question. Would you die for me?
— Yes.
— That's too easy. Would you... Would you live for me?
— Yes
— Careful. Do not say this oath thoughtlessly. Desire becomes surrender. Surrender becomes power. You want this?
— I do.
— Say it. Say it. Say it. Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty...
— Please.
— God, you're so... Good.

They became the king and queen of Gotham city. And god help anyone who disrespected the queen.

Ames, if this man shoots me... I want you to kill him... And I want you to go clear my browser history.

— You're lucky man. You got a bad bitch.
— Oh, that she is. The fire in my loins. The itch in my crotch. The one, the only, the infamous Harley Quinn!

— Hey, lady? I lost my puddin'. But you can get him back, right?
— I can, my dear. Anything you want.
— You promise?
— Yes, child. You need only bow... And serve beneath my feet.
— I like what you're selling, lady. There's only one teeny problem. You messed with my friends.

Hey, if you like a girl, can you light her cigarette with your pinkie? Because that would be real classy.

Some say the witch has a secret buried heart... And whoever finds it can control the witch.

Harley Quinn. Nice to meet you. Love your perfume. What is that? The stench of death?

— You know what they say about the crazy ones.
— Huh?

— That's your old lady, huh?
— Yeah.
— Well, you need to handle this shit, all right? Get up there, smack on her ass, tell her knock this shit off.
— I do not think that'd be wise.

— You are really in bad shape upstairs, lady!
— Gonna come in here and tell me that? Or are you too scared? Come on, I'm bored. I'm bored. Play with me.
— You put five of my guards in the hospital, honey. No one's gonna play with you. You sleep on the ground.
— I sleep where I want, when I want, with who I want.