Christ all mighty! Everyone is paying attention to some Holiday killer who's stealing MY thunder. I suppose I'll have to give them a Christmas they'll never forget....
...- Who'd care?
Me? I'm an icon. My presence is felt in every murder, every laugh, every circus that comes to town.
I'm omnipresent. I'm an idea. You might be the Punchline, but someone's ought to tell the joke and it sure as hell ain't you baby.
Un-believable. I take you to NEW heights and you think you're hot shit.
Don't think for a second you are more than just a passing commodity baby.
( Suddenly, another knife thrashes against hers. )
Me? I'm a staple here. In this city. You die tomorrow; who'd know? -...
There's no point in us being human if we're just going to act like animals. No point in society if we're just putting on a masquerade of intellect and order.
You. Zsasz. Stirk. Your type all prove me right. So you can get lost in a snowdrift and eat your own leg. I don't care.