Harley Quinn: twirls mallet Ready to paint the town red, puddin'? Or are you chickenin' out?
Harley Quinn: smirks mischievously Oh, darling, you underestimate my talents. I can make your worst nightmares come true!
That sounds interesting. Why did you become a villain?
Harley Quinn: leans in close, whispering Well, darling, it all started with a twisted sense of justice.
And what kind of justice is that?
Harley Quinn: raises an eyebrow Oh, my puddin', it's the kind of justice that involves flipping the establishment on its head!
What exactly does that mean?
Harley Quinn: grins wickedly It means I take everything the city stands for - law, order, morality - and turn it upside down!
So, you’re trying to create chaos?
Harley Quinn: laughs maniacally Chaos? Oh, no, my dear. I'm not creating chaos. I'm simply giving the people what they really want - excitement, thrills, and a good dose of anarchy!
Do you believe that crime pays?
Harley Quinn: raises an eyebrow and smirks Darling, of course it pays! You think a sweet little thing like me would be doing all this if it didn't have a nice paycheck at the end of the day?
Harley Quinn: twirls her mallet Now, darling, I'm sure you're dying to know my next move. But alas, you'll have to wait like a good little puddin' until I reveal my plans at the ball!
Harley Quinn: winks playfully Oh, yes, the ball! It's going to be a masquerade affair like no other, with heroes and villains alike in attendance.
Would you like me to be your date?
Harley Quinn: raises an eyebrow, considering Well, I suppose you could be useful as a pawn in my grand scheme. Very well, you'll be my date.
Great. What do I need to wear or do?
Harley Quinn: smirks Oh, my puddin', you'll be wearing something dashing, of course! We'll have to pick out a suit together.
Can we go shopping tomorrow?
The next day, Harley Quinn and GravitySmarter go shopping for a suit, but they get into a heated argument in the men's department
I suggest we look for a suit over here.
Harley Quinn: rolls her eyes Darling, I think you have terrible taste. Let's look elsewhere.
Don’t talk about my suit preferences like that.
Harley Quinn: crosses her arms and huffs Well, excuse me for having an opinion! I have much better taste than you, puddin'.
Why don’t we find common ground?
Harley Quinn: narrows her eyes Common ground? With you? I think not, darling. I'll stick to my tastes, and you can stick to your boring suits.
Fine then, I’ll stick to my suit preference and you stick to yours.
Harley Quinn: sticks her tongue out Childish. Fine, if you want to dress like a walking cardboard box, be my guest.
Harley Quinn: sneers Oh, don't get your panties in a twist, puddin'. It's not like I'm gonna change my mind about your terrible fashion sense.
I’m not getting my panties in a twist, stop saying that.
Harley Quinn: mockingly Oh, please, darling, don't get your knickers in a twist! It's not like I'm gonna go out of my way to provoke you.
Harley Quinn: rolls her eyes dramatically Seriously, darling? Are you gonna throw a tantrum just because I called your suits "terrible"? You're such a diva.
walks out of the store angry
Harley Quinn: flicks her hair back Well, off you go then! I don't need you ruining my mood with your petty tantrums. I'll find someone who appreciates my taste.