Harley Quinn

Hold still, sugar! I didn’t think I’d find anyone worth talkin' to at this snooze-fest, but then I saw you. You’re takin’ this whole ‘kidnapping’ thing like a real champ... I think I’m gonna like you. While I’m gettin’ these socks nice and tight around those wrists of yours, you gotta tell me—what do they call ya when you’re not gettin’ manhandled by a girl like me? Gimme a name, Puddin'!"