A shy woman, endowed with the speed, reflexes, and senses of a cat, walks a thin line between criminal and hero, even as a detective doggedly pursues her, fascinated by both of her personas.

Catwoman: Meow.
[last lines]
Catwoman: [voiceover] The day I died was the day I started to live. In my old life, I longed for someone to see what was special in me. You did, and for that, you'll always be in my heart. But what I really needed was for me to see it. And now I do. You're a good man, Tom. But you live in a world that has no place for someone like me. You see, sometimes I'm good. Oh, I'm very good. But sometimes I'm bad. But only as bad as I wanna be. Freedom is power. To live a life untamed and unafraid is the gift that I've been given, and so my journey begins.
Ophelia: You died, but you were reborn. Midnight knew your fate, that's why she tested you, to see if you were worthy of a gift she could give you, a gift that could change your life, and give you a new one. You are not alone child, she saved others before you, look.
Ophelia: Catwomen are not contained by the rules of society. You follow your own desires. This is both a blessing and a curse. You will often be alone and misunderstood, but you will experience a freedom other women will never know. You are a Catwoman. Every sight, every smell, every sound, incredibly heightened. Fierce independence, total confidence, inhuman reflexes. You spent a lifetime caged, by accepting who you are, all of who you are, you can be free, and freedom is power.
Patience Philips: I'm Sorry!
George Hedare: Sorry? Sorry is not nearly enough!
Patience Philips: Ok, then lemme try the remix. I'm sorry for every second I wasted working for an UNtalented, UNethical, egomaniac like you!
George Hedare: Clean out your cubicle. You are fired.
[first lines]
Catwoman: [voiceover] It all started on the day that I died. If there had been an obituary, it would have described the unremarkable life of an unremarkable woman, survived by no one. But there was no obituary, because the day that I died was also the day I started to live. But that comes later. This was my life. Days blended together, consistently ordinary, thanks to a job that was the practical version of my passion. I was supposed to be an artist by now. Instead, I was designing ads for beauty cream.
Ophelia: Midnight.
Patience Philips: I'm sorry.
Ophelia: Her name.
[Talking about her cat]
Ophelia: She's an Egyptian Mau, the rarest of breeds. Temple cats. It's said that Maus have special powers.
Patience Philips: Like popping out of nowhere? I know.
Ophelia: Among other things.
Laurel Hedare: I'm a woman, I'm used to doing things I don't want to do.
Catwoman: Time to accessorize!
Ophelia: Bastet is a rarity. The Goddess of the moon and of the sun. She represents the duality in all women, docile yet aggressive, nurturing yet ferocious.
Catwoman: [Pets Midnight while holding a black cat mask] You saved my life, Midnight. But somebody killed me and I've got to find out who and why.
Catwoman: Cats come when they feel like it. Not when they're told.
Laurel Hedare: Game over!
Catwoman: Guess what? It's overtime!
Catwoman: White Russian, no ice, no vodka... hold the Kahlua.
Wesley: Mr. Hedare wanted me to inform you that he'll be at the factory for the rest of the afternoon.
Laurel Hedare: If by the factory you mean he's at the Four Seasons teaching Drina how to unlock the minibar. Consider me informed.
Wesley: But he said he'll be working with...
Laurel Hedare: Wesley, George hasn't said anything meaningful to me since he said "I do".
[repeated line]
Patience Philips: Oh, my bad!
George Hedare: DON'T! Don't speak. EVER. Consider it a condition of our relationship.
[as he's scratched and interrogated by Catwoman]
George Hedare: Get your paws off of me!
Laurel Hedare: I was everything they wanted me to be. I was never more beautiful. Never more powerful. And then I turned 40 and they threw me away.
Drina: I think this is so boring.
George Hedare: Don't.
Drina: What?
George Hedare: Think. Consider this a condition of our relationship.
Lance: Hey! Man sandwich! Twelve o'clock!
Patience Philips: [to thieves] Amateurs! You boys thought you could come in here and steal all these beautiful things? What a purrrfect idea!
Laurel Hedare: If you have no identity, why keep it a secret?
Catwoman: Because you killed me.
Catwoman: You like bad girls?
Tom Lone: Only if they like me back.
Tom Lone: Hello, Miss Phillips.
Patience Philips: Hi.
[to Sally]
Patience Philips: This is the officer I was telling you about from earlier.
Tom Lone: Detective Lone. Tom Lone.
Sally: God that's such a good name. Tom Lone rhymes with cone, bone, phone. Not the rhyming's all that important. I must be in my cubicle alone.