Psychologically speaking, vengeance rarely brings the catharsis we hope for.
Number one, no one is like me.
You never call a woman “chick”. I’ll accept broad, lady, woman and, on occasion, b**ch.
No cop ever gets anything done until after they’ve been suspended.
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]
I’m not shopping at this store: I’m robbing this store. Consider this your first lesson. Paying is for dummies.[to Cassandra]
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.
For what it’s worth, you made me want to be a less terrible person.[to Cassandra]
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Behind every successful man, there’s a badass broad.
If you want boys to respect you, you have to show them that you’re serious. Blow something up. Shoot someone.
Call me old-fashioned, but I always thought the guy was meant to get the girl a diamond.
A harlequin’s role is to serve. An audience. A master. You know, a harlequin’s nothing without a master. And no one gives two fucks who we are beyond that.[to Dinah]
