They say "If you want to tell a story right, you gotta start at the beginning". [A sperm cell penetrates 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 **** face" kinda hard! I lost all sense of who I was, I only had eyes for Puddin’. 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.
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!
More lines from Harleen Quinzel / Harley Quinn
6 quotesNumber one, no one is like me. If you wanted to even come close, you would have to go to medical school. Become a psychiatrist, work in an asylum. Fall in love with your patient, break said patient out of said asylum. Begin a life of crime. Jump into a vat of chemicals to prove yourself to a madman. Get arrested by the Batman. Go back to jail, get out of jail with a bomb on your neck. Save the world, go back to jail, and break out of jail before breaking up with the before mentioned madman and going out on your own. Number two... Six bucks for tap water with a **** cucumber stick in it? That's crazy. I'm not shopping at this store. I'm robbing this store. Consider this your first lesson. Paying is for dummies.
He's after all of us! [Cassandra states] 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!
Aren't you glad you wore that? Sexy and bulletproof!
Told you she had a killer voice.
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 **** Quinn!
Scenes with Harleen Quinzel / Harley Quinn
5 scenesHey, nice. What the hell is up with this bow and arrow shtick?
It's not a **** bow and arrow, it's a crossbow! I'm not twelve!
I love this chick, she's got rage issues.
I DON'T HAVE RAGE ISSUES--!
Y'know... psychologically speaking, vengeance rarely brings the catharsis we hope for.
Yeah.
Are we ready?
You're the one who wanted the kid! I never wanted her!
Let me guess. Parents?
Foster parents.
Right. Sorry, kid.
Sorry about your face. Shit, you do have something on your face.
You should've seen the other guy. Uh...
I want that kid out of my **** house!
You know, kid, not every day is gonna be like this. You just gotta hang in there. [Puts dollar bill on stairway railing post] Get something to eat. Stay outta that. It's not worth it.
Don't talk to me like that!
...
Canary spends the next week settling in to her new job as Roman's personal driver.
Ew. Okay.
What she didn't know is that driving Mr. Face-peely-pants was gonna put her right in the crosshairs of my favorite little piggy.
...
Dinah Lance?
Who the hell are you?
I'm Renee Montoya, detective with GCPD. Your predecessor and I had an arrangement.
Oh, really?
He told me that there was a shipment coming in. A diamond. A very special diamond.
Yeah, not interested, lady. Thanks for the coffee. [Starts walking down hallway]
Do you know who you're working for?
Damn right, I do. He's the man who gave me a job. Took me off the streets. [Starts walking down stairs]
Yeah, well, he's also a very dangerous man. A criminal. A murderer. What would your mother think of you working for a guy like that, huh? You have the same power she had. Don't you think she would want you to use it?
The hell do you know about my mother?
Back in the day, she used to help the GCPD. She was a good woman.
Yeah. She was a damn good woman. The kind of woman who put everyone else's lives before her own. And when she was found dead in the street, where the **** were you and your boys in blue then? Now you wanna come and knock on my door and ask me to help you out and make the same mistake she did? Yeah. Good luck with that.
That's fair enough. And I'm sorry for your loss. For the record, that would never happen on my watch.
All right. We can go.
I'll take that.
Mr. S said for me to hold on to it.
Go get your car.
That rock. That rock's about to become the key to whether or not I live to enjoy my newfound independence.
Get off me. What the hell are you doing here?!
You're not the only one who makes money off of dumb, rich, white people!
Well, you know what? One day you're gonna pick the wrong pocket, sis.
Okay. Whatever. [Walks across street]
Dumb-ass kids.
I really like your earrings.
Why, thank you.
There's the thief. There's the thief.
Get off of me!
That little girl took my watch.
I didn't do nothing.
Where the ****'s the diamond? I just **** had it.
...
In the storytelling business, this dummy swallowing that diamond is called a complication. A complication I didn't exactly need right now. [Multiple police officers approaching her cornered in an alleyway] Parley?
...
We lost the diamond.
What?!
We're really sorry, Mr. S. This kid...
We never even got our hands on it.
Ow! Help!
Get out! Get out of here! [To woman burning sage] You, too! Go! With your **** sage stinking my place up. **** off!
Here she is. [Hands over a police perp profile paper]
She's a child!
She's just a kid. She's... [To subordinate] What?!
We have Harley Quinn downstairs, as requested.
**** off! Get out! [Throws pillow on floor] **** out! ****! These are my things! This diamond is my things!
Yes.
My things! [Throws pillow] **** ****! I don't ask for much, do I?!
No.
Why is this happening to me?! Why?!
I'm gonna get your diamond back. I promise. Why don't we go downstairs and kill that Harley bitch? Blow off a little steam.
Yeah, I have wanted to do that for quite some time. Okay. I'll go get changed. [Walks off]
Whoa.
Oh, good. You're awake. Toss that for me, will ya? [Hands ignited dynamite stick to Cassandra who throws it out of vehicle window which detonates the pursuer's vehicle]
What the ****?! Who did I just blow up?!
Either someone who wants me dead, or someone looking to collect the half-million dollar reward on your head.
Half a million dollars?!
Yeah.
Do I look like I'm worth half a million dollars?!
Not really.
You've got the wrong kid! Now, uncuff me!
Oh, sure. As soon as you give me the diamond.
What diamond?! [Harley steers sharply onto an adjacent street jumping a curb nearly missing a pedestrian and stops]
**** you!
Look at me!
What?! I don't know nothing about no diamond!
The inflection in your voice, the way you can't hold eye contact, and the fact that you're a filthy little thief, all suggest that you do. Now, you can give it to me, or I can give you to the man that diamond belongs to. But trust me when I say, you're not gonna like what he's gonna do to ya. Now, hand it over!
Yeah, not gonna happen.
Come again?
I said I can't.
One more time.
I can't give it to you.
Why not?
Because I ate it, okay?
Other characters in Birds of Prey (and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn)
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Dr. Harleen Quinzel / Harley Quinn
Harleen Quinzel / Harley Quinn
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