(after Batman helps her fight five guys) You’re a little late. (B: What?) You think this is the first time I’ve been attacked here?  I’ve lost count of how many creeps have come in here looking for a bit of ‘fun’.

Bruce Wayne! I don’t understand you!  What happened between us?  Why are you keeping all these secrets from me?  Ever since you got back from who-knows-where, you have only cared about one thing: yourself.  Well, you know what?  Fine.  I don’t care anymore. 

(extremly drunk) Will…will you give me one if I tell you who the Batman is? It’s Bruce Wayne. (laughs) (B: Lady, you’re wasted.) No, really! Bruce Wayne is Batman.  And my daddy is the Joker! (B: Really?  What’s your daddy’s name?) I don’t know.  What’s your daddy’s name? (B: How many fingers am I holding up?) (laughs) Fifty-five!