It's salt. Why don't you sprinkle some on me, honey? Aren't I just good enough to eat?

Enough madness? Enough? And how do you measure madness? - The Joker

Laugh and the world laughs with you!

[He]... watches the Joker rising from his wheelchair, the way a rabbit watches car headlights bearing down, unable to move a single, spotlit muscle. The madman's limbs appear to unlatch as though some psychotic god has chosen to give life to a complicated Swiss Army knife. The Joker's head rotates... the green lasers of his eyes target the keys at the big man's belt, and he shakes his head.