Arthur Fleck: Is it just me, or is it getting crazier out there?
Arthur Fleck: You don't listen, do you? I don't think you ever really hear me. You just ask the same questions every week. "How's your job?" "Are you having any negative thoughts?" All I have are negative thoughts.
Arthur Fleck: For my whole life, I didn't know if I even really existed. But I do, and people are starting to notice.
Arthur Fleck: Murray, one small thing?
Murray Franklin: Yeah?
Arthur Fleck: When you bring me out, can you introduce me as Joker?
[last lines]
Arkham Psychiatrist: What's so funny?
Arthur Fleck: I'm just thinking of a joke.
Arkham Psychiatrist: Do you want to tell it to me?
Arthur Fleck: You wouldn't get it.
Arthur Fleck: [in Arthur's notebook] I just hope my death makes more cents than my life.
Arthur Fleck: I've been the man of the house for as long as I can remember. I take good care of my mother.
Murray Franklin: All that sacrifice, she must love you very much.
Arthur Fleck: She does. She always tells me to smile and put on a happy face. She says I was put here to spread joy and laughter.
Arthur Fleck: Comedy is subjective, Murray, isn't that what they say? All of you, the system that knows so much: you decide what's right or wrong the same way you decide what's funny or not.
Murray Franklin: I'm waiting for the punchline.
Arthur Fleck: There is no punchline.
Arthur Fleck: I killed those guys because they were awful. Everybody is awful these days. It's enough to make anyone crazy.
Cop: The whole city's on fire 'cause of what you did.
Arthur Fleck: I know. Isn't it beautiful?
Arthur Fleck: Ugh, why is everybody so upset about these guys? If it was me dying on the sidewalk you'd walk right over me! I pass you everyday and you don't notice me! But these guys? Well because Thomas Wayne would cry about them on TV?
Arthur Fleck: I know it seems strange, I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. I don't know why everyone is so rude; I don't know why you are. I don't want anything from you. Maybe a little bit of warmth, maybe a hug, dad? How about just a little bit of fucking decency!
Social Worker: They don't give a shit about people like you, Arthur. And they really don't give a shit about people like me either.
Arthur Fleck: I had a bad day.
Thomas Wayne: What kind of coward would do something that cold blooded? Someone who hides behind a mask. Someone who is envious of those more fortunate than themselves, yet they're too scared to show their own face. And until those kinds of people change for the better, those of us who made something of our lives will always look at those who haven't as nothing but clowns.
Arthur Fleck: I haven't been happy one minute of my entire fucking life.
Sophie Dumond: Were you following me today?
Arthur Fleck: Yeah.
Sophie Dumond: I thought that was you. I was hoping you'd come in and rob the place.
Arthur Fleck: I have a gun. I could come by tomorrow?
Sophie Dumond: You're so funny, Arthur.
Arthur Fleck: Do I look like the kind of clown that can start a movement?
