The Joker just smiled when the man walked in. He was highly amused with himself. "You're right when you say son of a bitch. Only, I think my father was the real bitch. I liked my mom a lot more than my dad." He was telling the truth. The Joker hated his father for what he had done--but respected the man who taught him some seriously valuable lessons.
"You know, I'm noticing a trend with people around here. What is with everyone always being late? Didn't you learn the consequences in school about always being tardy? I guess not!" The Joker leaned a bit farther back in his chair and giggled.
"And now, your pretty little girlfriend, well, she's not so pretty anymore...anyway, see, your girlfriend is the key in my little experiment. I wanted to see what exactly a 'good' man would do given the current situation. At what point does he cross over into my territory? You see, crime is never about the money, and I'm an honest scout! It's about experiments!" He saluted Sam. "Such a pretty dress, though. I was just asking her if she felt the white dress stained with blood look would ever see Paris? I think it's gorgeous. On the right supermodel, of course."