Birds of Prey Season 1 Episode 4

Morton: Now, my chief says this guy doesn't exist, that no serial killer would use such a wide variety of methods.
Reese: And what do you say?
Morton: I say this one does. That's the problem with only looking for things you've already seen... it makes you blind to the stuff that's right in front of your face.
Reese: Ha. Yeah, well, I hear you on that one, but you might just want to keep that opinion to yourself if you want to be taken seriously around these parts.
Morton: Ask me if I care.

Wade: Hello. Hi. Um, listen, about Tuesday night, I was wondering. I, I know it's really short notice, but my folks are coming through town, and...
Barbara: Oh, oh, no, no. I, I totally understand. You need to cancel. That's fine.
Wade: Actually, I was hoping you'd come to dinner with us.
(Barbara stares in shock)
Wade: Nice deer in the headlights impression. Very subtle.

Carl: What do you want?
Morton: I want you.
Carl: Hey, man, I did nothing to you.
Morton: It's not about what you did. It's about what you are.

Helena: Why is school so terrible? Did something happen?
Dinah: Not exactly. I just thought it was going to be different here, you know? But people still stare at me, and they won't talk to me. I can see it coming. It's going to be just like home.
Helena: News flash: it's high school. The closest thing our society has to institutionalized torture. They're staring at you because every new kid's a freak.
Dinah: I just don't see the point of going to high school. I mean, I already know what I wanna be. A superhero. You don't need Algebra for that.
Helena: You need it to have a normal life.
Dinah: I don't want a normal life. I want my life. I spent the last 15 years hating myself because I was different. I'm done with that. I am what I am, and I'm never gonna be ashamed of it again.
Helena: Not to interrupt the meta-pride parade, but you do know you can be a regular person, go to school and still be who you are.
Dinah: Yeah, I guess so. I just wanted to see what it would be like to be a regular meta, too.
Helena: Let me tell you somethin'. It's not all that it's cracked up to be.

Helena: If you want to know if I killed him... I didn't. He jumped. You look terrible.
Reese: And you don't.
Helena: Another perk of the meta lifestyle. I heal quick...on the outside, anyway...I can't decide if I should thank you for not shooting me or beat you senseless for drawing a gun on me, 'cause, you know, "things" like me are dangerous and violent.
Reese: Are you saying that you aren't dangerous and violent?
Helena: Absolutely, I am. But not 'cause I'm meta.
Reese: Look, I'm just, I'm not used to...
Helena: No, it's time for you to listen. Meta-humans are just people. Not all metas are bad, just like not all cops are good. There's a lot of meta-human criminals in new Gotham, because there's a lot of criminals here, period. And as for me, I'm half-meta, and I'm half-human, and I am proud of both.
Reese: I never thought you killed him. But... beat him to a bloody pulp, that one crossed my mind a few times. Hey, why won't you just tell me your name?
Helena: Because the first time we met, you asked me who I was. But last night, you asked me "what" I was. I won't tell you my name. You haven't earned it.

Dinah: What do you think it was like for Morton, you know, to hate yourself so much?
Helena: He didn't understand. It's not what you are. It's who.

Helena: You're killing your own kind. Why?
Morton: I'm not your kind. You're a monster. And as long as even one of you exists, I'm a freak. This pain in my head comes from you. Every time I get near one of you, I change into something I don't want to be... into something I hate! So I... am going to destroy all of you. And when the last one of you dies, I'll be normal. I'll be free.
Helena: And I'm the one in therapy.

Helena: (looking at her damaged jacket) Look at this! Hmmph! Do you have any idea how hard it is to find clothes that look sexy?

Helena: How am I supposed to meet a regular guy when I spend all of my evenings body-slamming scumbags?

Dinah: There's a metahuman street?
Helena: Yeah, just west of the Magic Kingdom.

Helena: Normally the bad guys don't bounce.

Reese: Are you saying you're not dangerous and violent?
Helena: Absolutely I am.

Helena: Maybe death is too easy. Maybe you should stay alive, locked in a cell to rot, your head splitting, thinking of what you've done.
Morton: (whispers) There's a difference between staying alive, and living.
(Morton steps off the building and falls)