Catwoman: Guess what? It's overtime!
Patience Philips: Oh, my bad!
Catwoman: It all started on the day that I died. If there had been an obituary, it would have described the unremarkable life of an unremarkable woman, survived by no one. But there was no obituary, because the day that I died was also the day I started to live. But that comes later. This was my life. Days blended together, consistently ordinary, thanks to a job that was the practical version of my passion. I was supposed to be an artist by now. Instead, I was designing ads for beauty cream.
Catwoman: The day I died was the day I started to live. In my old life, I longed for someone to see what was special in me. You did, and for that, you'll always be in my heart. But what I really needed was for me to see it. And now I do. You're a good man, Tom. But you live in a world that has no place for someone like me. You see, sometimes I'm good. Oh, I'm very good. But sometimes I'm bad. But only as bad as I wanna be. Freedom is power. To live a life untamed and unafraid is the gift that I've been given, and so my journey begins.
Laurel Hedare: I was everything they wanted me to be. I was never more beautiful. Never more powerful. And then I turned 40 and they threw me away.
Catwoman: White Russian, no ice, no vodka... hold the Kahlua.
Catwoman: Amateurs! You boys thought you could come in here and steal all these beautiful things? What a purrrfect idea!
Lance: Hey! Man sandwich! Twelve o'clock!
George Hedare: Get your paws off of me!
Laurel Hedare: If you have no identity, why keep it a secret?
Catwoman: Because you killed me.
Catwoman: Meow.