If you want boys to respect you, you have to show them that you’re serious. Blow something up. Shoot someone.
If you let me go, just for now, I’ll get you that rock back. What have you got to lose? If your boys find it first, swear to God, you can kill me later. Pinky swear. Cross my heart, hope to fart.[to Roman]
Here’s the thing, Romy baby. Your protection is based on the fact that people are scared of you. Just like they’re scared of Mr. J. But I’m the one they should be scared of. Not you, and not Mr. J. ‘Cause I’m Harley f***ing Quinn.