Nails, Poison Ivy and others in “Unfinished Business”

Lemme get this straight, you were the one posting online as 'Ceres'?

That's right: the goddess of the Harvest, (throws Nails an orange) and my associate, Thelia, muse of Comedy.

(throws a kiss with both hands after she's named in jest, before getting serious) We couldn't call ourselves Harley and Ivy on account of they'd bust us again. Ain't it sad? (draws a fake tear)

Forget it. I didn't come all the way to Gotham to hook-up with a couple of crooks. I'm outta here. (turns to leave)

And where will you go, Allie?

I remember the E-mails we traded, all the fear in your letters, the desperation.

(walking over to Nails and putting an arm around her shoulder) No-one should go through that alone, girlfriend.

We may be, as you said, crooks now, but once we were doctors, and I'm still a brillent chemist.

...And as a therapist, (starts cartwheeling around Nails,) I've been helping victims deal with their afflictions--laughter is the best medicine, you know. (pops up behind Nails, shaking a rattle toy,) Hee hee hee.

(raises her hands up threateningly, her elongated, extra sharp nails into Harley's immediate line-of-sight) This isn't funny!

(intimidated) Did I say 'laughter', (hides rattle behind her back,) I meant penicillin.

The fact is, we can help you, my dear, (turns to her workbench and picks up a sealed vial from a stand,) I've issolated a cure for the Bang-Baby Syndrome. It worked on others and it can work on you. That's what you've come for... right.

Yes.

Unfortuneatly, it is rather a expensive formula. I'm afraid your gonna have to earn it.

(lowers her head, desperate to be normal) I'm down for anything.

Now thats your first step to recovery.