Birds of Prey

Black Canary:
Hey, nice. What the hell is up with this bow and arrow shtick?

Huntress:
It's not a f***ing bow and arrow, it's a crossbow! I'm not twelve!

Black Canary:
[chuckling] I love this chick, she's got rage issues.

Huntress:
I DON'T HAVE RAGE ISSUES--!

Harley Quinn:
Y'know... psychologically speaking, vengeance rarely brings the catharsis we hope for.

Black Canary:
Yeah.

Harley Quinn:
Are we ready?

Harleen Quinzel / Harley Quinn:
[narrating a cartoony animation of her origins] They say "If you want to tell a story right, you gotta start at the beginning". [a sperm cell is shown entering an oval cell] Too far? Fine. This is me, Harleen Quinzel. When I was a kid, my dad traded me for a six-pack of beer, but however many times he tried to ditch me, I kept coming back. Eventually, he found me a new home; the good sisters of St. Bernadette's taught me a lot. But I was never an "establishment" kinda gal. All things considered, I did good. I even went to college, got my Ph.D., Had my heart broken once or twice; finding love, it's not easy. So I threw myself into my work, became a psychiatrist. That's when I met him – Mister J, my Joker! Oh, I fell hard – like "out of a plane without a parachute, right on your dumb buckskin face" kinda hard! I lost all sense of who I was, I only had eyes for Pudding. We all know the saying: "Behind every successful man, there's a badass broad". Well, that was me! I was the brains behind some of Mister J's greatest stunts! Not that he let anyone know it. I guess all good things have to come to an end. So... we broke up.

Harleen Quinzel / Harley Quinn:
I know the East End better than anybody. You want this diamond back? I'm your gal. Mister J once lost a rare photograph of a nude Eleanor Roosevelt, and I found it in a bird's nest in Robinson Park!

Harleen Quinzel / Harley Quinn:
He's after all of us. [re: Cassandra] The kid just robbed him. [to Canary] You betrayed him. [to Huntress] You killed his BFF. [to Montoya] And you're dumb enough to be building a case against him. So, unless we all want to die very unpleasant deaths, and let Roman go finger-fishing through the kid's intestinal tract, we're going to have to work together.

Harleen Quinzel / Harley Quinn:
Aren't you glad you wore that? Sexy and bulletproof!

Harleen Quinzel / Harley Quinn:
[after Dinah uses her Canary Cry to defeat Sionis' mobsters and help Harley give a speed boost to catch up with Sionis' car, before fainting from using her power] Told you she had a killer voice.

Harleen Quinzel / Harley Quinn:
Here's the thing, Romy, baby. Your "protection" is based on the fact that people are scared of you. Just like they're scared of Mister J. But I'm the one they should be scared of. Not you! Not Mister J! Because I'm Harley f***ing Quinn!

Roman Sionis / Black Mask:
I want to kill you, because without the Joker around... I can. For all your noise and bluster, you're just a silly little girl with no one around to protect her.

Roman Sionis / Black Mask:
Friends! Brothers! Men of Gotham! I have funded you. I have protected you. I've scratched your backs and kept you out of jail. Well, now it's time to say thank you. Go show those little b*tches you don't mess with Roman Sionis!

Cassandra Cain:
[when picking up a grenade from Harley's chest of weapons] Dope.

Cassandra Cain:
[to Harley, during the scene where she was held hostage by Black Mask, before revealing she put a grenade on him with the pin she held on her finger] I took your ring!