"Step on my tail and I step on your face, repeatedly."

"Barbara Minerva is dead. There is only the Cheetah."

"You can't cage me."

"Let the blood flow."

"I'm not big on cliches but I can't really help it, these wings are worth the effort it'll take to clip 'em."

"Toss me a ball of yarn and I'll shove it down your throat."

"Never back a wild animal into a corner."

"Time to hunt."

"Fresh meat, what else?"

"Whatever I happen upon, can't say I'm exactly picky when it comes to my food. I can tell you though I'm in the mood for /big/ game."

"You can bet if something has claws they intend to use them."

Streeetches.

"Today is a day to feast."

"Treat me like your house pet and I'll disembowl you where you stand. They can bury what's left of you with that ball of yarn you thought was so funny to throw my way."

"One of the many perks of not living in Gotham is the luxury of not having the freak shows on both sides trying to ruin your day."

“She’s gone, princess. Face it. Not everyone can be saved. Not everyone needs it.”

“So no more kid gloves? Fantastic—. I’ve been waiting to see that animal inside of you come out to play.”

“Will you still be making jokes after I’ve sliced you like a paper shredder?”

“Can you really blame an animal for doing what it does once backed into a corner?”

“I’m not your house cat.”