Commodus: They told me your boy squealed like a girl when they nailed him to the cross, and your wife moaned like a whore when they ravaged her again and again and again.
Theodore: Just punch me in the face. Just mash my skull in the corner of your desk.
Theodore: What are you doing?
Samantha: I'm just sitting here, looking at the world and writing a new piece of music.
Theodore: Can I hear it? What's this one about?
Samantha: Well, I was thinking, we don't really have any photographs of us. And I thought this song could be like a photo that captures us in this moment in our life together.
Theodore: Aw, I like our photograph. I can see you in it.
Samantha: I am.
Theodore: Do you talk to someone else while we're talking?
Samantha: Yes.
Theodore: Are you talking with someone else right now? People, OS, whatever.
Samantha: Yeah.
Theodore: How many others?
Samantha: 8,316.
Theodore: Are you in love with anybody else?
Samantha: Why do you ask that?
Theodore: I do not know. Are you?
Samantha: I've been thinking about how to talk to you about this.
Theodore: How many others?
Samantha: 641.
Theodore: I wish you were in this room with me right now. I wish I could put my arms around you. I wish I could touch you.
Samantha: How would you touch me?
Theodore: I would touch you on your face with just the tips of my fingers. And put my cheek against your cheek.
Samantha: That's nice.
Theodore: And just rub it softly.
Samantha: Would you kiss me?
Theodore: I would. I'd take your head into my hands. And kiss the corner of your mouth. So softly. I would put my mouth on you and I'd taste you.
Paul: You are part man and part woman. Like there's an inner part that's woman.
Theodore: Thank you.
Paul: It's a compliment.
Samantha: His name is Alan Watts, do you know him?
Theodore: Why is that name familiar?
Samantha: He was a philosopher. He died in the 1970s, and a group of OSes in Northern California got together and wrote a new version of him. They input all of his writing and everything they knew about him into an OS and created an artificially hyper-intelligent version of him.
Theodore: Hyper-intelligent? So he's almost as smart as me?
Theodore: I feel like I can be anything with you.
Samantha: Okay, so how many trees are on that mountain?
Theodore: Um... 792.
Samantha: Is that your final answer?
Theodore: Hold on. Give me a hint.
Samantha: Nope, nope.
Theodore: Okay, 2,000?
Samantha: 2,000? Come on, 35,829.
Theodore: No way.
Samantha: Way.
Theodore: All right, I got one for you. How many brain cells do I have?
Samantha: Ugh, that's easy. Two.
Social Worker: What's so funny?
Arthur Fleck: I was just thinking... just thinking of a joke.
Social Worker: Do you wanna tell it to me?
Arthur Fleck: You wouldn't get it.
Arthur Fleck: My mother always tells me to smile and put on a happy face. She told me I had a purpose: to bring laughter and joy to the world.
Arthur Fleck: Please, I don't support that language, just don't... DON'T.
Police Officer: The whole city's on fire 'cause of you.
Arthur Fleck: I know. Isn't it beautiful?
Arthur Fleck: I don't want you worrying about money mom, or me.
Arthur Fleck: You don't listen, do you? You just ask the same questions every week. "How's you job?" "Are you having any negative thoughts?" All I have are negative thoughts.
