Oliver: This guy gets more air-time than the Kardashians, right? Thea:
Five years on an island and you still know who they are. Oliver: I've been
catching up. It's nice to see how much our culture has improved while I was
away.
Oliver: It's fine, Walter, I've been in a courtroom before.
Tommy: Four times by my estimate. You know, there was the DUI, the assault on
that paparazzi douchebag, stealing that taxi, which was just awesome, by the
way, and who could forget peeing on the cop? Moira: I wish everyone would.
Laurel: What are you doing here? Oliver: Oh, they were bringing me back
from the dead. Legally speaking.
Laurel: Oliver just got back from five
years on an uncharted island. Before that, he was cheating on me with my sister.
He was with her when she died. And last week, he told me to stay away from him.
It was really good advice. Excuse me.
Moira: I hired you to protect my
son. Now, I'm not a professional bodyguard, but it seems to me that the first
requirement would be managing to stay next to the man you're hired to protect.
Diggle: With all due respect, ma'am, I never had a client who didn't want my
protection.
Oliver: Thea, do you think this is what Dad would want
for you? Thea: Dead people don't want anything. It's one of the benefits of
being dead.
Quentin: Well, I owe you an apology, Mr. Somers. We come all
the way down to your docks, and it turns out, you don't need the police after
all. Somers: Which is exactly what I've been saying. Quentin: Yeah. So I
guess that 9-1-1 call that we got last night from your stevedore, saying that
you were getting attacked by a guy in a green hood and a bow and arrow... I-I
guess...I guess that, well... Hmm. Was that a practical joke? Somers: These
guys like to fool around. Quentin: Yeah. [Scoffs] Well, you know, I'd be
very much inclined to believe an honest, upstanding businessman like yourself,
except, well, one of my men found this at your docks. [Quentin pulls a green
arrow out of an evidence bag and shows it to Somers.] Quentin: You see,
there's this vigilante running around. He thinks he's some kind of Robin Hood.
He's robbing the rich, he's trying to teach them a lesson I guess. I don't know,
I don't know. But the point is... the man's a killer. And nothing, and no one,
is going to stop me from bringing him down. But like you said...
Walter:
I remember when your father used to bring you here when you were a boy. You
always were so excited. Oliver: Dad let me drink soda in the office.
Moira: Ah, so that's why you enjoyed coming.
Moira: Sweetheart, Oliver,
Walter and I have something to discuss with you. Come, please sit. Oliver:
Mom, it makes me nervous when you ask me to sit down.
Walter: Everyone
here understands that this transition is really difficult for you. Oliver:
Thank you, Walter. Which part, though? Everyone fantasizing that I got my MBA
while I was on the island? Or the fact that my father's CFO now sleeps down the
hall from me? [Moira starts walking away, but turns around and looks at
Oliver.] Moira: You know, five years ago, your irresponsibility was somewhat
charming. It is a lot less so now.
Oliver: Wow. This place hasn't changed
in five years. (Chuckling) Laurel (frustrated): I haven't really had time to
redecorate. Oliver: I'm a jerk. Before the island, I was a jerk. And now I'm
just a... I'm a damaged jerk.
Oliver: I thought about many things on the
island, but there was one thing that I thought about every day. I actually
dreamed about it, and I promised myself that if I ever got a chance to do it
again, I'd do it with you. [Oliver holds up a tub of ice cream.] Oliver:
Eat ice cream.
Quentin: Oh, thank God. Thank God. Are you all right?
Laurel: I'm okay. Those cops that you put on me... Quentin: [Sighs] They...
Diggle: I went outside to ask for a light, and they were both dead in the
squad car. Quentin: It's okay. Mr. Diggle, thank you. Feel free to run as
many red lights in the city as you want.
Quentin: Your job is not going
after people like the Triad or Somers. Laurel: My job is to use the law to
fight for what is right. Just like you taught me. Quentin: Well, that's
dirty: using me against me. You can't do that.
