Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-I lead a normal life now, Sy. -[thuds]

He was Harley's truest love.

So let's make sure it doesn't.

Let's just discuss this out of the cold.

-So we call our explosives guy. -He exploded.

And the truth being, what, exactly?

No, no, no, no. The fuck? Are we trapped in here?

Feels like she's watching me.

[Harley grunts]

-Yes! Perv! -You're the perv!

Come on! Everybody, spread out

No, our new lair.

In the real world I'm still catatonic,

it has been the utmost pleasure to serve in your company.

But you can't change your memories!

Oh, my God! It's 11-year old Frankie Muniz!

-You know what? I'm in. -And, Psycho,

Whoa, so you told yourself it was out of your control?

Stop breathing down my neck, Sharon.

Oh, (using censored bad word)!. Harley?! Oh, (using censored bad word)!. Harley?!

It's like a piece of your memory is missing.

[chuckles] Ah, Golda.

Ah, screw this.

and do the fucking thing.

I know! I know. Because this is her Museum of Memories.

Harley's head without us, you perv?

Look, [sighs] it's just Joker made the big decisions.

[Harley] Clayface, no!

My fucked-up parents didn't make me the way I am.

that would put me about 70% shark, in a situation

I basically gave the same speech at my sister's wedding.

When's Daddy done with his business meeting?

Harley, snap out of it! Come on!