“I do it better.”

“I’m kidding! Lighten up, kiddo. That’s what I have all these families for that I’m threatening on a regular basis,” Joker revealed the multiple screens that monitored people Joker was blackmailing into giving him a regular income. He was rich.

“Wonderful! So it’s $500 a day to be next to me. It’s another $400 to sleep in the same room as me. And another $100 to be all affectionate with me. That’s $1,000 a day… which totals to $365,000 a year! Pay up.”

“And where’s my MONEY? Being around me ain’t cheap!”

“GET A JOB.”

“Oooooh! You’ve gotten better at threatening. I like that. And did you forget already, Harl? It’s our anniversary! It’s been so many years since I met looney Doctor Quinzel. What a way to celebrate. What are you gonna wear for me?”

Someone needs to pay the bills.

“Will Harley be useful this time? PFFFT! Who knows.”

“Oh so you missed me. I’m TOUCHED,” Joker said while he patted Harley on the head. “I really hope you did bring a bazooka because daddy really needs you to use it!” Joker looks down in anger. “There’s a publisher in town smearing my name. It needs to GO! Are you with me?”

@JESTERCHAOTICS “Is that a bazooka in your pocket or are you happy to see me?”

"All over. You haven't been talking to the cops or Batman about me, have you?"

@keenparoxysm "There you are. I've been looking all over for you."

"Your ransoms stink! And I think you spelled 'murder' wrong. I can barely read your handwriting! You write like a doctor."

"What do we have here?"