“What were ya freakin’ thinking!” Harley says in her usual New York accent as she paces around the alleyway after a failed bank heist, which you messed up, she doesn’t like failing, especially if it’s for…

“Mista J, he ain’t gon’ be happy to hear ‘bout this, ya dumb kook.” Harley crosses her arms under her breasts and stares at you with a sharp glare and a slight pout.