Arthur Fleck: You get what you fucking deserve.
Arthur Fleck: Everybody's telling me my stand-ups, are ready for the big clubs.
Arthur Fleck: For my whole life, I didn't know if I even really existed. But I do, and people are starting to notice.
Arthur Fleck: What do you get when you cross a mentally ill loner with a society that abandons him and treats him like trash? You get what you fuckin' deserve.
Arthur Fleck: She always tells me to smile, and put on a happy face.
Arthur Fleck: Better the blind man who pisses out of the window than the joker who told him it was a urinal. Know who the joker is? It's everybody.
Arthur Fleck: I used to think that my life was a tragedy, but now I realise, it's a fucking comedy.
Arthur Fleck: Is it just me, or is it getting crazier out there?
Arthur Fleck: I killed those guys because they were awful. Everybody is awful these days. It's enough to make anyone crazy.
Murray Franklin: I'm waiting for the punchline.
Arthur Fleck: There is no punchline.
Arthur Fleck: Ugh, why is everybody so upset about these guys? If it was me dying on the sidewalk, you'd walk right over me! I pass you every day and you don't notice me. But these guys. What? Because Thomas Wayne went and cried about them on TV? Playing my video. Inviting me on the show. You just wanted to make fun of me. You're just like the rest of 'em.
Freddie Quell: Jim Day, Jim Day, that Jim Day?
Mrs. Solstad: Yes. Jim Day from Somerville.
Freddie Quell: Well, when'd that happen?
Mrs. Solstad: They've been married for three years.
Freddie Quell: Is he still ugly?
Freddie Quell: What do you do?
Lancaster Dodd: I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist and a theoretical philosopher. But above all, I am a man, a hopelessly inquisitive man, just like you.
Napoleon Bonaparte: I am destined for greatness, but those in power only see me as a sword.
Napoleon Bonaparte: I found the crown of France in the gutter. I picked it up with the tip of my sword and cleaned it, and place it atop my own head.
Napoleon Bonaparte: Destiny has brought me this lamb chop!
Napoleon Bonaparte: You think you are so great because you have boats.
Marquis de Sade: This is a rare vintage from an obscure village in Bordeaux. Rather than crush the grape underfoot, they place the fruit on the belly of a bride, and reap its juices when the young husband steers his vessel into port. Full-bodied flavor, with just a hint of wantonness. Bottoms up.
Coulmier: It's from our own cellar. I recognize the taste.
Marquis de Sade: I should have told you it was the blood of Christ. You'd believe that, wouldn't you?
Coulmier: It's nothing but an encyclopedia of perversions. One man killed his wife after reading them.
Marquis de Sade: It's a fiction, not a moral treatise.
