Laurel Hedare:
Game over!
Catwoman:
Guess what? It's overtime!
Patience Philips:
Oh, my bad!
Catwoman:
[voiceover] 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.
Catwoman:
[voiceover] 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.
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.
Patience Philips:
[to thieves] 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!
[as he's scratched and interrogated by Catwoman]
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.
Laurel Hedare:
I'm a woman, I'm used to doing things I don't want to do.
Tom Lone:
Hello, Miss Phillips.
Patience Philips:
Hi.
[to Sally]
Patience Philips:
This is the officer I was telling you about from earlier.
Tom Lone:
Detective Lone. Tom Lone.
Sally:
God that's such a good name. Tom Lone rhymes with cone, bone, phone. Not the rhyming's all that important. I must be in my cubicle alone.
Catwoman:
Time to accessorize!
Ophelia:
Midnight.
Patience Philips:
I'm sorry.
Ophelia:
Her name.
[Talking about her cat]
Ophelia:
She's an Egyptian Mau, the rarest of breeds. Temple cats. It's said that Maus have special powers.
Patience Philips:
Like popping out of nowhere? I know.
Ophelia:
Among other things.
Catwoman:
[Pets Midnight while holding a black cat mask] You saved my life, Midnight. But somebody killed me and I've got to find out who and why.
Wesley:
Mr. Hedare wanted me to inform you that he'll be at the factory for the rest of the afternoon.
Laurel Hedare:
If by the factory you mean he's at the Four Seasons teaching Drina how to unlock the minibar. Consider me informed.
Wesley:
But he said he'll be working with...
Laurel Hedare:
Wesley, George hasn't said anything meaningful to me since he said "I do".
Catwoman:
You like bad girls?
Tom Lone:
Only if they like me back.
Patience Philips:
I'm Sorry!
George Hedare:
Sorry? Sorry is not nearly enough!
Patience Philips:
Ok, then lemme try the remix. I'm sorry for every second I wasted working for an UNtalented, UNethical, egomaniac like you!
George Hedare:
Clean out your cubicle. You are fired.
Catwoman:
Cats come when they feel like it. Not when they're told.
George Hedare:
DON'T! Don't speak. EVER. Consider it a condition of our relationship.