The Dark Knight2008

[The mob bosses are assembled together, videoconferencing with Lau]

Sal Maroni:
How soon can you move the money?

Lau:
I already have. For obvious reasons, I couldn't wait for your permission. Rest assured, your money is safe.

The Joker:
[enters meeting; fake laughter done in deadpan voice before returning to normal voice] And I thought my jokes were bad!

Gambol:
Give me one reason why I shouldn't have my boy here pull your head off.

The Joker:
How about a magic trick? [sticks a pencil into the table, point first] I'm gonna make this pencil disappear. [in one swift motion, slams Gambol's approaching crony head-first into the table, ramming the full length of the pencil through his eye socket, killing him] TA-DA! It's... it's gone. Oh, and by the way, the suit. It wasn't cheap. You ought to know, you bought it! [Gambol rises in anger]

The Chechen:
Sit. I want to hear proposition. [Gambol glares at the Joker, who indicates the Chechen in agreement. Gambol sits reluctantly.]

The Joker:
Let's wind the clocks back a year. These cops and lawyers wouldn't dare cross any of you... I mean, what happened? Did your balls drop off? Hmm? You see, a guy like me...

Gambol:
A freak... [A few mob members snicker]

The Joker:
[visibly annoyed] A guy like me... Look, listen... I know why you choose to have your little, ahem, "group therapy" sessions in broad daylight. I know why you're afraid to go out at night. The Batman. See, Batman has shown Gotham your true colors, unfortunately. Dent. He's just the beginning. And as for the, uh, television's [points at Lau's image on the TV screen] so-called "plan" - Batman has no jurisdiction. He'll find him, and make him squeal. I know the squealers when I see them, and... [points at Lau again, who covers his camera with his hand and turns it off]

The Chechen:
What do you propose?

The Joker:
It's simple. We, uh, kill the Batman. [The mobsters laugh]

Salvatore Maroni:
If it's so simple, why haven't you done it already?

The Joker:
If you're good at something, never do it for free.

The Chechen:
How much you want?

The Joker:
Uh, half. [the mobsters laugh again]

Gambol:
You're crazy.

The Joker:
No, I'm not. No, I'm not. If we don't deal with this now, soon... little, uh, Gambol here won't be able to get a nickel for his grandma.

Gambol:
[enraged] Enough from the clown!

The Joker:
[steps back and opens his coat to reveal a chain of hand grenades] Ah, ta ta ta... We don't wanna blow... this out of proportion.

Gambol:
You think you can steal from us and just walk away?

The Joker:
Yeah.

Gambol:
I'm putting the word out. Five hundred grand for this clown dead. A million alive, so I can teach him some manners first.

The Joker:
Alright, so, listen, why don't you give me a call when you wanna start taking things a little more seriously. Here's my card. [leaves Joker card on the table and backs out of the room]