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Ya wanna know what this is really about, Mistah J? It's about cognitive empathy. It's about finally understandin' what it was like ta be me in our relationship. By experiencin' what it's like ta be trapped.
HELP WANTED. Looking for a few brassy lassies willing to make the world a better place, take a bite out of crime, and b a part of something bigger than themselves... There will be no background check, as experience with insubordinance will only work to your advantage in the hiring process.
Welcome, everybody, ta the greatest show in the whole wide world! My birth name is Harleen Quinzel, but my friends an' enemies know me simply as Harley Quinn! I will be your host-est with the most-est this evening!
Ugh...Th-That stings. Ya c-can hit me with that hammer a hundred times--but I learned the meanin' o' life! Or, at least, my life! There ain't nothin'--and I mean nothin'--I love more than seein' a grade-A jerkface like you so furious!I'm havin' the time o' my life!
If I'm not outta here in five seconds, somebody's gonna get their spleen ripped out. I mean it...spleenless! As in no spleen. About ta get a splenectomy.Adios spleen-ios, if you will. Spleen-free! Aw, ya get the idea.
It's so nice to get out of prison, you guys! I mean... it can get kind of oppressive being a bad guy covertly working for the good guys, taking out other bad guys because of the brain bombs the good guys illegally and immorally put in our brains!
Maybe we choose madness. Maybe it chooses us. I don't know. Once, a long time ago, I was Dr. Harleen Quinzel, psychotherapist. Maybe she'd have known. But let's imagine, for a second, that we do choose madness. Why would anyone do that, do you think? Perhaps it's because the insane realize, at some quantum emotional level, that we are alone in this indifferent universe and always will be. And madness is company. Another voice in the wilderness. White noise to break the silence you ain't ever coming back from...
You said it yourself, Amanda. I'm a killer. We are all killers. This is the Suicide Squad. You want to use criminals to save the world? This is what you get. We are not heroes. So blow my brains out if you need to, Waller. Kill me. Better dead than your slave.
Y'know, reader with hands over eyes...I'm amazed to think, in this brief oasis moment of frozen lucidity amidst the tumult...that we're actually gonna make it. We are definitely gonna make it...I am an excellent driver....AHHHHH!!! Whose $%&£&%$ idea was this again?!
Y'know, it's ironic. And not in the "10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife" sense. America's the land of the free. Someone commits a crime? You remove their freedom. Throw them behind bars. Then you go back about your lives. Your free lives of rigid nine-to-five schedules. Of mortgages that last a whole adult life. Of doing what your president or news outlet of choice or yer preacher tells you.... See, that's the appeal of madness--true freedom. No doors! No walls! No pants! All da fun thoughts all da time....