The Joker: [During a private sit down meeting with the gangsters] If we don't deal with this now, soon little, uh, Gambol here won't be able to get a nickel for his grandma. Gambol: [explodes] Enough from the clown! [He rises to his feet; Joker does too, opening his coat to reveal a cluster of grenades, attached to a string around his thumb] The Joker: Ah-ta-ta-ta! Let's not
*blow*... Man No. 1: Shit! The Joker: ...this out of proportion.
Gambol's Bodyguard: Yo, Gambol, there's somebody here for you. They say they just killed the Joker. Gambol's Bodyguard: They brought the body. [a body bag is brought in and dropped on the table; Gambol unzips it, revealing Joker's face] Gambol: So. For dead, that's 500... The Joker: [sitting up and sticking a blade in
Gambol's mouth] How 'bout alive? [Joker's men hold the bodyguards] The Joker: You wanna know how I got these scars? My father, was a drinker, and a fiend. And one night, he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. He turns to me and
says, "Why so serious?" Comes at me with the knife. "WHY SO SERIOUS?" He sticks the blade in my mouth... "Let's put a smile on that face." And... [glancing at thug] The Joker: Why so serious? [kills Gambol]
The Joker: [During a private sit down meeting with the gangsters] If we don't deal with this now, soon little, uh, Gambol here won't be able to get a nickel for his grandma. Gambol: [explodes] Enough from the clown! [He rises to his feet; Joker does too, opening his coat to reveal a cluster of grenades, attached to a string around his thumb] The
Joker: Ah-ta-ta-ta! Let's not *blow*... Man No. 1: Shit! The Joker: ...this out of proportion.