The Joker: [to the Chechen] Tell your men they work for me now. This is my city.
The Chechen: They won't work... for a FREAK!
The Joker: [pulls out a knife] Freak? Why don't we cut you up into little pieces and feed you to your pooches, hmm? And then we'll see just how loyal a hungry dog REALLY is!
The Joker: [half to himself] It's not about money... its about sending a message.
The Joker: [dialing on a cell phone while a mountain of money burns behind him] Everything burns!