Disclaimer: I do not own The Dark Knight

So you're down, your face against the damp kerb of dirts. You could see your beaten face reflected in the puddle of water. You broke one of your arms, one tooth, and, and let me count..dum..dum..one, two, three ribs. So, do you want me to show you tricks? You know, to cheer things up. I've got many up my sleeves.

No, don't give up yet. Your pathetic longing for death irritates me. There's so much beauty in the world, so much you haven't seen. I can show you beauty beyond your imagining. And that's right, of all people--it is I--who know what true beauty is. Dum...dum...dum...

You know that when you are down on your knees, when you're truly alone, when the silence soars it deafens you, when your pain escalates it numbs you and all that shit--I'll be here to alleviate your distress?

Dum...dum...and I even do it for free. Throw away your counselor's number.

Anywhere I go, I help to create the smile. What you want now, you don't even have to ask me--so why the long face, my compatriot, my underling?

Isn't there so much beauty in the world? Smile, even when the world casts death upon you. I'll show you the beauty in a mirror.

So let me make you smile. Now, if you'd just let me get my knife...