Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Harley, snap out of it! Come on!

So let's make sure it doesn't.

that would put me about 70% shark, in a situation

-I lead a normal life now, Sy. -[thuds]

Stop breathing down my neck, Sharon.

No, no, no, no. The fuck? Are we trapped in here?

-Yes! Perv! -You're the perv!

Feels like she's watching me.

Harley's head without us, you perv?

-You know what? I'm in. -And, Psycho,

it has been the utmost pleasure to serve in your company.

Oh, my God! It's 11-year old Frankie Muniz!

and do the fucking thing.

In the real world I'm still catatonic,

-So we call our explosives guy. -He exploded.

[chuckles] Ah, Golda.

Whoa, so you told yourself it was out of your control?

My fucked-up parents didn't make me the way I am.

[Harley] Clayface, no!

Let's just discuss this out of the cold.

I know! I know. Because this is her Museum of Memories.

[Harley grunts]

But you can't change your memories!

Come on! Everybody, spread out

Oh, (using censored bad word)!. Harley?! Oh, (using censored bad word)!. Harley?!

I basically gave the same speech at my sister's wedding.

And the truth being, what, exactly?

It's like a piece of your memory is missing.

When's Daddy done with his business meeting?

Look, [sighs] it's just Joker made the big decisions.

He was Harley's truest love.

Ah, screw this.

No, our new lair.