You're here because... Oh, God, stop. You're going to do that thing where you open up a...

Roman Sionis: You're here because... Harley Quinn: [interrupts him] Oh, God, stop. You're going to do that thing where you open up a weird-ass case of torture devices, while inexplicably detailing your master plan, and how I don't fit into it. Roman Sionis: I'm building a better... Harley Quinn: [interrupts him again] Seriously, you don't have to. Really! You're building a criminal empire because daddy kicked you out of Janus Corp. And you think this is a big fuck you, but in actuality it's a very misguided attempt to win back his respect. I get it. You're really not as complicated as you think. Roman Sionis: And you're really not as clever as you think, because now I'm going to slice your... Harley Quinn: Oh, Jesus Christmas! Now you're going to say that you want to kill me to set an example. Christ, you're boring. Roman Sionis: I want to kill you. Harley Quinn: Shit. Roman Sionis: Because without the Joker around, I can.

Constantly interrupting him, like I'm doing right now. - You're here because... - oh, god, stop. You're gonna do that thing where you open up a weird-ass case of torture devices while inexplicably detailing your master plan and how I don't fit into it. I'm building a better... Seriously, you don't have to. Really! You're building a criminal empire because Daddy kicked you out of Janus Corp. And you think this is a big "fuck you," but in actuality it's a very misguided attempt to win back his respect. I get it. You're really not as complicated as you think. And you're really not as clever as you think, because - now I'm gonna slice your... - Jesus Christmas. Now you're gonna say that you wanna kill me to set an example. Christ, you're boring. - I wanna kill you... - Shit. ...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. - Wait. - What? - Don't kill me. ! Right. -No, no, no. Seriously. Romy, Roman. -Come on. There's gotta be something, something we can figure out. Hey! Wait, wait! You lost something, right? You lost something. I heard you say it. A diamond. Yeah. I can help you find it. Seriously. Look in my pocket. Other pocket. I'm starting up my own business. See what it says? Second from the bottom. I know the East End better than anybody. You want this diamond back? I'm your gal. Mr. J once lost a rare photograph of a nude Eleanor Roosevelt, and I found it in a bird's nest in Robinson Park. If you let me go, just for now, I'll get you that rock back. What have you got to lose? If your boys find it first, swear to God, you can kill me later. Pinky swear. Cross my heart, hope to fart. You're so tiresome! If you want my mercy, shut that hole in the middle of your face and listen. You're gonna get me my diamond.