The Joker Quotes The Dark Knight นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Didn’t know you were the old lady kind, Hamill.” “Let her go.” Jax’s husky voice was even and measured, maybe too much so. “Right the fuck now.” “And if I don’t?” “You really want to find out?” “That sounds like a threat.” Joker reached into his back pocket, and now silver glinted in his hand. “I feel the need to protect myself, all of a sudden.”

He revels in it, his laughter echoin' through the room, fillin' the space with a twisted sense of joy. “Ya an asshole,” I mutter, unsure of what else to say, feelin' the weight of the situation pressin' down on me. “Oh, I’m hurt!” Joker exclaims, his hand flyin' up to his heart in mock agony. “Ouch,” he adds with an exaggerated pout, clearly enjoyin' every second of this. I roll my eyes at his theatrics. “I might need to tell my daughter ya bad for 'er,” he laughs.

Ash, Decker, and Nat were downright hysterical and I could hear even Blade trying to keep himself from laughing. "I'm not gonna yell at her. I just want to know when they learned to ride." Joker snarled as he glared at me and then at the rest of the group. "Yeah, me too!" Dom and I both said at the same time which set off another round of laughter. Joker continued towards the door with us right behind him. He finally wrenched it open only to be greeted with Petal and Margo rolling in laughter on the floor. Thor, Sunny and Thrash were behind them, cracking up as well.

He held the coffee mug, with his head lowered and his body shivering. "However, it was fate that made you a clown, a murderer. Because of the accident that happened when you were a child, you gained a sense of accomplishment and pleasure from killing as a clown. However, you still have a bit of goodwill, that is, you would not kill the last child. It's not that you want to repeat history, but that you want these children to have a different future, right, Joker?" Stella asked gently. Joker looked at Stella with reddened eyes and asked, "Am I going to die? Will I be sentenced to death?"

She remembered when Gresso came out of nowhere to save her from those inmates on her first day in the prison, like some dark figure from the shadows. He was, after all, a hero to his brother when they were growing up, and even though it might be a little naïve for her to imagine, maybe there was a heroic side still left behind in Gresso. Z reminded her that in the movie “The Dark Knight,” the villain Harvey Dent (Two-Face) says, “You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” Yrah didn’t want to believe that the hero within Gresso was dead.

Jack could barely speak. "Why are you doing this?" He asked in a shaky voice. "Because I can’t take anymore of your insipid crying. Your boo hooing over some girl. I don’t remember being so pathetic in my life but I'm done with just listening." “Who are you? Why are you in my head? Why won't you leave me alone?” Jack asked. "I'm the Joker. J-O-K-E-R! Trust me sonny boy. I would leave if I could. As you can see, I can't."

Now it was going to make a painful point with Saint Ace. Ace lay still, his arms and legs pinned down by Port and Cruz. Joker knelt next to him, smiling widely. “You know, Nails,” Joker said now. “I never went to Catholic school, and I don’t know much religious shit, but I do know one thing from the Bible.” “Yeah?” Nails watched as the knife moved closer and closer to Ace’s pale face, lazily hovered over Ace’s left cheek. “What’s that?” “An eye for an eye.”

JK is someone who is as cunning as HIS very first creation is in a sense. “I am just heeding your command, my God. Nothing more and nothing less.” He claims, by which made HIM amuse of him and more in return. “My favored knight. The most cunning one, what shall I do about you?” As HE presented the words with the tone of warning JK about the inevitable death that he will face once the word betrayal is done, with his own hands. “You do not need to worry about anything, for I am just a mere servant and nothing all but that.”