Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Got some number Written sloppy on your palm

Now you're gonna say that you wanna kill me

you have to show them that you're serious.

One day you're gonna pick the wrong pocket, sis.

Come on. Empty your pockets. All of it.

Go get your car.

and all you've got is rumors and a hunch?

Take her fucking dress off.

And took all the credit while he was at it.

Sionis is gone, but it's just

But you don't understand.

Canary, you know what you have to do!

So I set all of your records And your clothes on fire

Should she come back another time, 'cause she's late?

- No more - Mrs. Fucking Polite

She's a pickpocket. Her name's Cassandra Cain.

Oh, great name.

The guy making the play for the Bertinelli turf and fortune.

Did she really tape you

[Lance] Why the fuck haven't you

It's my town and my ground And my hit-list

You know what my family gave me? Nothing.

and let Roman go finger-fishing in the kid's intestinal tract,

Blow off a little steam.

A criminal. A murderer.

- Okay. - I'll go with you.

- Where's Cassandra Cain? - [muffled shouting]

right in your dumb fucking face

[Zsasz] She betrayed you, boss. She betrayed you.

- Oh. - [man] Ooh.

[man screaming]

"Gin and tonics at 5:00." "I'll have the duck."

the half-million dollar reward on your head.

So, unless we all wanna die very unpleasant deaths

we're gonna have to work together.

["Smile" playing]

- [Sionis's driver groaning] - [laughing]

No. No! [screaming]

What are you guys doing?

Trying to step on my rungs

...tragedy struck.

Shut that door. Lock it.

The Crossbow Killer.

- Ew. Gross. - What?

Wrist full of rocks And I hope I float

Good. Fuck that guy.

I call them dorky little do-gooders.

Does she have to keep running?

You little fucking bird.

- Toss that for me, will ya? - [yelps]

Harleen Quinzel.

And what terrible crime is that?

I know the East End better than anybody.

I'm about to own this city.

I do what I want 'Cause I know that I'm hot

Here. Get down. Come on. You'll be safe.

Okay, I feel like I've just walked in on something I don't give two shits about.

[whispering] We're gonna get through this, okay?

I'm a bitch, I'm a boss

So basically, you have nothing.

The Harlequin of Hate? The Jester of Genocide?

- [explosion] - Jesus Christ.

I got it when I was embedded with the Mbangani tribe

If he gets the diamond,

[Harley] You're okay. You're okay.

And I love that fucking name, Huntress.

- [continues groaning] - I got you.

That's all the money I got in the world,

[Harley] Guys, come on. They're closing in.

Fuck you. And fuck you.

- [mafiosi chattering] - [Rossi] Yo, mind your debt.

You don't know her like I do.

and the fact that you're a filthy little thief, all suggest that you do.

Yeah, I don't know who you think I am, lady, but I'm not her.

- She quit the same day. - [officer laughing]

Did Harley really have tape me to toilet From a bound and gagged Princess Hannah

I've got got bridges to burn And places to run

A very special diamond.

You don't need him

[yelping] Help!

I'm a bitch and a boss And I shine like gloss

Puddin' and I broke up.

Did I, did I, did I finish?

[people laughing]

[Zsasz screaming]

Diamonds are a girl's best friend

the gangbangers at the Booby Trap.

That little girl took my watch.

- [Harley laughing] - [screaming]

[Rossi breathing heavily]

She's using it to fund a little crime-fighting outfit.

You know you can't stand on your own, Quinn.

What's the point of the badge,

Oh, you're so under the thumb

She spends the next 15 years thinking only of revenge.

Try my blood It's just a starter

And we found these buried in the mountains.

You, I have something I want you to pick me up.

I'm all on my lonesome.

I'm not letting you sell the kid to him.

[thugs laughing menacingly]

let's find the Crossbow Killer. I get it.

Fine. But if you try to run, I will kill you.

I guess it proves the theory that hyenas really do have nine lives.

[singing] This is a man's world

Listen, if the DA is willing to throw himself

Bridges to burn And places to run

I knew you couldn't be trusted. Roman's little bird.

Uh... Yeah, sure.

En un mundo de hipócritas, los sinceros somos los malos

Not tonight, Romy. Not tonight.

...is so fucking dope.

- No more - Mrs. Sweet and Miss Nice

[shouting] I don't have rage issues.