Arrow, Season 1

Dr. Neil Lamb:
[to Moira speaking of Oliver Queen] The Oliver you lost might not be the one they found.

Laurel Lance:
Why are you here, Ollie?

Oliver Queen:
To apologize. It was my fault. I want to ask you not to blame her.

Laurel:
For what? Falling under your spell? How could I possibly blame her for doing the same thing I did?

Oliver:
I never meant...

Laurel:
She was my sister. I couldn't be angry because she was dead. I couldn't grieve because I was angry... That's what happens when your sister dies while screwing your boyfriend... We buried an empty coffin.. because her body was at the bottom of the ocean where you left her...it should have been you.

Oliver:
I know it is too late to say this but I am sorry.

Laurel:
Yeah, I am sorry, too. I had hoped you'd rot in hell a lot longer than five years.

Tommy:
By my rough estimate, you have no had sex in 1839 days, as your wingman I highly recommend Carmen Golden.

Oliver:
Which one is she?

Tommy:
The one that looks like the chick from Twilight.

Oliver:
What's Twilight?

Tommy:
You're so better off not knowing.

Oliver:
Laurel, you always saw the best in me. Right now, that's what your'e doing, looking at me and you wondering if that island changed me somehow, if it made me a better person, It didn't. Stay away from me, otherwise I am just gonna hurt you again, but this time it will be worse.

Laurel:
You know what, Oliver. You are wrong, that island did change you, at least now you are honest.

Oliver:
[Voiceover] She says the island changed me. She has no idea how much. There are many more names on the list. Those who rule my city through intimidation and fear. Every one of them will wish I had died on that island.

Laurel:
I'm a lawyer. I live to argue.

Quentin Lance:
I'm your father. I live to protect you.

Laurel:
How am I supposed to stay away from you if you won't stay away from me?

Oliver:
I...

Laurel:
What are you doing here, Oli?

Oliver:
My sister took...she put it out to me that I have been distant since I got back and that it would probably be a good idea if I let somebody in.

Laurel:
So, you thought to start with the first person you pushed away?!

Oliver:
I did that to protect you, and I saw you yesterday and I realized that I hurt you.

Oliver:
My mother wants me to join the company. Yeah, take my rightful place.

Laurel:
I can't exactly picture you as master of the universe.

Laurel:
I thought I didn't need police protection any more.

Quentin:
I thought I didn't need a reason to see my own daughter.

Oliver:
I didn't know how painful it would be to keep my secrets. You asked me to save the city, to right the wrong. I will, I swear, but to do that, I can't be the Oliver that everyone wants me to be, which means that sometimes...to honor your wishes, I need to dishonor your memory.

John Diggle:
So how was your evening, sir?

Oliver:
You mean after I said I had to go the bathroom at dinner and never came back?

Diggle:
I guess from now on I'll be watching you pee.

Moira Queen:
You're grounded for two weeks.

Thea Queen:
Grounded? I've never been grounded.

Moira:
Well, you never committed larceny before.

Thea:
Since when do you care?

Moira:
I've always cared. I'm your mother.

Thea:
Look, we've had a good thing for the last five years. Why mess with that now?

Moira:
No, we are paying off store owners to keep your record clean, so clearly, it hasn't been working.

Thea:
And you're going to teach me? It's Oliver, isn't it? His judgmental hypocrisy is rubbing off on you.

Moira:
No, I don't need Oliver to teach me how to parent you. You'll be home by 4:00.

Thea:
Or what? You're going to call the cops on me? Tell them I say hi.

Thea:
[to Oliver] You're not my father. And you're barely my brother.

Deadshot:
I admire your work. Guess you won't be extending me any professional courtesy.

Oliver:
We're not in the same line of work. Your profession is murder.

Deadshot:
You've taken lives.

Oliver:
For the good of others. You're out for yourself.

Oliver:
You don't think much of me, do you?

Diggle:
Actually, sir, I have a very high regard for how... perceptive you are.

Laurel:
If what you're doing isn't wrong, then why are you hiding your face with a hood?

Oliver:
[as the vigilante] To protect the ones I care about.

Oliver:
[to the new body guard] I gotta go to the wash room, Rob.

[long pause]

Diggle:
[to Rob] Oh that boy's long gone man.

Laurel:
I didn't become a lawyer to break the law or hurt anybody.

Oliver:
I do what's necessary, what people like Peter Declan need.

Laurel:
If what you're doing isn't wrong, then why are you hiding your face with a hood?

Oliver:
[handcuffs Matt Istook to train track] Peter Declan, your lies put him on death row. Now, either it's time to tell me the truth, or it's time for the 10:15 to Blüdhaven.

Diggle:
You really did lose your mind on that island.

Oliver:
Found a couple of things along the way.

Diggle:
Like what? Archery classes?

Oliver:
Clarity.

Yao Fei:
[shoots a rabbit] Dinner.

Oliver:
Ah, come - Hey, I got an idea. Why don't you let me shoot that thing and you can go pick up the bloody, dead, disgusting animal.

Yao Fei:
[speaks Mandarin]

Oliver:
What does that mean?

Yao Fei:
You will die badly.

Laurel Lance:
Wow. I can't remember the last time I've been in this room.

Oliver:
I can. Halloween, 2005. We were getting ready for Tommy's party.

Laurel Lance:
Ah. Yes. I wore those horrible fishnets.

Oliver:
I thought you looked good.

Oliver:
Do we have a legal meeting or something? 'Cause, I have friends over.

Tommy Merlyn:
Wow. You look just really lovely.

Laurel:
Lovely. Well, it's nice that you've extended your vocabulary from words like hot and mega hot.

Tommy:
You can just say thank you, you know.

Oliver:
I think you have the wrong impression about what is it I do.

Diggle:
You take out bad guys with a bow and arrow.

Oliver:
I don't fight street crime. That's a symptom of what's wrong with this city; I'm trying to cure the disease.

Diggle:
CEOs and crooked entrepreneurs, I get it. Listen, Oliver, I'm just saying maybe you can make a difference if you think beyond the scope of those pages. I'm sure your father wouldn't mind.

Oliver:
No, you don't get it. My father died so that I could live. Live and make a difference by fixing the city that he and the people in this book ruined. Every name that I cross off this list honors that sacrifice.

Diggle:
Oliver, there's more than one way to save this city.

Oliver:
Not for me. Crime happens in this city every day. What do you want me to do? Stop all of it?

Diggle:
Sounds like you have a narrow definition of being a hero.

Oliver:
I'm not a hero.

Diggle:
Please don't tell me you're going where I think you're going.

Oliver:
Diggle, why do you even ask?

Oliver:
I have a confession....I didn't want to go out with you tonight.

Helena Bertinelli:
That makes two of us.

Oliver:
I'm really glad that I did.

Helena:
That makes two of us.

Oliver:
[to Tommy, about Laurel] If you hurt her, I'll snap your neck. [He smiles.] I'm just kidding.

Helena:
Oliver Queen. The rich man's Lindsay Lohan.

Thea:
[on the phone] Mom says I'm supposed to remind you to pick her up for lunch.

Oliver:
Was I supposed to have lunch with her today?

Thea:
She says she left you, like, five messages. Just bite the bullet and have a Cobb salad with the woman.

Oliver:
You know, Thea, sometimes it's difficult to remember which one of you is my mother. [hangs up on her]

Helena:
I know it must have been hell for you. Alone on that island, for five years. But, um...

Oliver:
But, what?

Helena:
But was there ever a day when you were just... happy to be away from everything? No pressure from your family, no need to be the person that everyone else expect you to be. Was there ever a day when...

Oliver:
When I didn't feel lost, I felt free? More than one. And those are the days that I miss.

Helena:
I have weakened my father's organization to the point where there is no way he can survive [the Triad's] onslaught.

Oliver:
What, and then you have your revenge?

Helena:
Then I have justice for what he did to Michael and me.

Oliver:
It's not justice.

Helena:
And what you do is?

Oliver:
Would you let me show you?

Diggle:
I don't know where the next Olympics are at, but you might want to think about signing yourself up.

Helena:
Was I not clear that I wasn't interested in talking?

Oliver:
You don't have to talk.

Helena:
This is a waste of time.

Oliver:
I'm trying to teach you something.

Helena:
What? The least effective way to shoot people?

Oliver:
No. Control.

Oliver:
Diggle, this is Helena. Diggle is my... associate.

Helena:
Wow, any associate of Oliver's --

Diggle:
Is absolutely nothing to you, Ma'am.

Malcolm Merlyn:
What are your thoughts, Oliver?

Oliver:
I think the vigilante needs a better code name then "The Hood" or "The Hood Guy."

Merlyn:
I agree. How about Green Arrow?

Oliver:
Lame.

Thea:
You bailed on your party.

Oliver:
It seemed like the right move. I mean, like you said, it... wasn't the best timing.

Thea:
OK, but when I was saying I was saying that, that was me being a bitch.

Merlyn:
It's done.

Moira:
And he won't be harmed?

Merlyn:
Nor will he ever discover your involvement; you have my word.

Moira:
Forgive me if I don't find that comforting.

Merlyn:
You were warned, Moira. I told you to get Walter under control, and you couldn't. Steps had to be taken.

Moira:
That's what you said to justify Robert's murder. And you wonder why I don't trust you.

Merlyn:
Quite a bit of judgment coming from a woman who had her son kidnapped and tortured.

Moira:
To prove to you that Oliver didn't know anything. And what does it matter now? What's done's done!

Merlyn:
No, Moira. It's just beginning. In six months, the organization's vision of what this city should be will be complete.

Moira:
And you won't feel a thing, will you? Thousands of innocent people will be dead and you'll feel nothing.

Merlyn:
That's not true. I'll feel a sense of accomplishment. And you'll have Walter back.

Oliver:
Felicity, you're remarkable.

Felicity:
Thank you for remarking on it.

Oliver:
Who are you? Where's my friend Tommy Merlyn? The guy who once rented out a football stadium so that he could play strip kickball with models?

Tommy:
That guy needed a swift kick in his lazy ass.

Tommy:
You know, ironically if we get any more people in here we're gonna violate the fire code.

Moira:
You want me to help you with Carl, I want something in return. Proof, Walter's still alive.

Merlyn:
My word isn't enough?

Moira:
What's that saying? Trust, but verify.

Merlyn:
Words to live by.

Thea:
You don't want to believe it because you have this perfect image of Mom in your head. That's not who she is, Ollie. She's a liar. And a cheater. And you really don't know her at all.

Tommy:
Apparently he wants to mend some fences, but thanks to him I can't afford a fence, so I can only assume he has some other agenda.

Diggle:
Found what you're looking for?

Oliver:
Took down three Vertigo pushers tonight Diggle. Last one finally knew a name. The Count.

Diggle:
The Count? That's worse than The Hood.

Diggle:
[Oliver awakens thug by touching his neck] Whoa! That's a neat trick. You going to teach me that one day?

Oliver:
[knocks thug back out] No.

Diggle:
What are you doing?

Oliver:
You need to arrange a new identity for this guy. Get him out of the city.

Diggle:
Right, so your Ruskie pal draws out The Count, vigilante takes him down.

Oliver:
No, Diggle. Because the Bratva would know that I used them, and that relationship is too valuable. I do the meet with The Count as myself, let him leave, then we follow him to his hideout.

Diggle:
Just that easy, huh?

Oliver:
Well, I will still need my trusty bodyguard.

Diggle:
[sarcastic] Fantastic, looking forward to my new and exciting career as a drug dealer.

Felicity:
[to Oliver] You look like something the cat dragged in. Not that there are cats in this building. Well, once a cat did get in, but a guard tazed it. It smelled like fur and static in here for a week.

Tommy:
Can I talk to you about something?

Oliver:
Tommy, every time you want to talk to me about something and that something is Laurel you look like you're about to tell me you have a terminal disease.

Moira:
I've taken care of it. Carl Ballard will not be a problem anymore.

Merlyn:
Given your propensity for squeamishness, I'm assuming that Mr. Ballard remains in good health.

Moira:
I made it clear to him persuasively that his plans endangered the undertaking. I didn't have to make the usual threats.

Merlyn:
Excellent. Now, one more matter to attend to. I need you to have the contents of this address removed and disposed of properly, the warehouse where you're storing the remains of the Queen's Gambit.

Moira:
I already told you, I knew Robert's yacht was sabotaged.

Merlyn:
And I don't think it serves for anyone to find evidence of that.

Oliver:
[as vigilante] Moira Queen, you have failed this city!

[Oliver is desperately trying to start a fire with wood.]

Slade Wilson:
Obviously you were never a Boy Scout.

Oliver:
[sarcastically] Yeah? What tipped you off?

Slade:
You'd better hurry. The wolves come out at night.

Oliver:
There're wolves here? Right, of course there are, because what would the worst place on earth be without wolves?

Slade:
The only thing that'll keep them out is fire.

Oliver:
Well, y'know, you're welcome to help! [Slade lights the wood with a lighter.] Seriously? I've been working on this for two hours!

Slade:
I know, I was watching you. Thank you...for the entertainment.

Oliver:
All my life, all that I've ever thought about is myself. I took my family for granted. I betrayed people that I loved. And I'm not gonna be that person any more. I can't leave Yao-Fei here to die. I won't.

Slade:
[after Oliver laughs] What?

Oliver:
I'm trapped on an island, and my only friend is named Wilson.

[After Felicity tells Oliver her plan to get information on the Dodger]

Oliver:
That's not how I typically get my information.

Felicity:
How do you typically get it?

Oliver:
I find the person, then I put the fear of God into them, until they talk. [Felicity looks surprised.] But we can try it your way.

Felicity:
Where are we going to get our hands on a rare Spanish antiquity?

Diggle:
You really have no idea how rich his family is, do you?

Oliver:
Hey, I need your bike.

Biker:
Are you kidding me?

Oliver:
No. [knocks him unconscious]

Felicity:
The first time anyone's ever been grateful for traffic cameras.

Dodger:
Why are you doing this? I'm exactly like you; I only steal from the rich.

Oliver:
[shocks the dodger in the chest with his own tazer] I'm not Robin Hood.

Slade:
That's broken. It got busted during the crash.

Oliver:
Did you try to get it to work?

Slade:
I'm better at pulling things apart.

Oliver:
My father was a pilot and he used to do his own maintenance.

Slade:
So you're hoping that aircraft maintenance is genetic?

Oliver:
No, I used to help him and I liked it. Then I got pretty good at it. So maybe I

Slade:
You should be training for the inevitable fight that's looming.

Oliver:
I think I have a better chance of making the radio work.

Floyd:
Look, I'm retired.

China White:
To drink and smoke your life away?

Floyd:
We all got to die some time.

China:
I need someone to die at the right time. And no one does it better than you.

Floyd:
My vision ain't exactly what it used to be.

China:
No. It's going to be better.

Floyd:
So... who needs two bullets in the chest?

Arrow:
Your father's been poisoned. An assassin named Floyd Lawton laces his bullets with curare. I've dealt with this before. We need to dilute the poison in bloodstream.

Tommy:
I said stay the hell back!

Arrow:
In three minutes he's paralyzed. In four minutes, he suffocates. If you don't let me help you now, he's dead before anybody gets here!

Tommy:
Help. How?

Arrow:
Fresh blood buys him time to get to the hospital.

Tommy:
A blood transfusion? That's insane!

Arrow:
It's the only way. He needs your blood. You're out of time. You need to make a decision right now.

Tommy:
Why should I trust you?

Oliver:
[pulls off his hood showing his face to Tommy] Because you always have.

Diggle:
Oliver, if you still didn't have feelings for this girl, you would have followed a different solution than letting her extort you into killing someone.

Oliver:
So what do you want me to do? You want me to kill her?

Diggle:
I think you would have along time ago if she looked like me instead of the T-Mobile girl. She's a stone cold killer, Oliver.

Helena:
Sorry, am I... interrupting something?

Oliver:
We were just... talking about you.

Helena:
And here I thought you didn't care much about me.

Diggle:
Still don't.

Thea:
You didn't show up for the job I got you.

Roy Harper:
Yeah, I had second thoughts on parking your brother's Bentley.

Thea:
What, being a valet is beneath you?

Roy:
No, but accepting charity from some rich girl is.

Thea:
Why are you so obsessed with the fact that I have money? You know, money isn't everything.

Roy:
[scoffs] Spoken like someone who's got it. Now, uh, if you excuse me, I need to get back to my life of crime.

Oliver:
Just your father. Anyone else gets hurt and I'll put an arrow in you.

Helena:
That's sweet. Now I know how you charmed your cop girlfriend.

Felicity:
Nothing. It's just - you went over there to get all Grrr. Stop being bad or I'll arrow you. And now you want to rescue him?

Oliver:
I don't like the idea that somebody dangerous is out there... Somebody else. Because typically they don't show my level of restraint.

Thea:
Why do you have a gun?

Roy:
Because I'm no good with knives.

Oliver:
Laurel, if you wanna have a dinner, or coffee, I don't know... Call me.

Laurel:
Why?

Oliver:
[pauses] I don't wanna be on an island anymore

Oliver:
Oh, look at these. What sort of business has a lost and found that's just filled with women's underwear?

Tommy:
Best business ever? Ohh, having this much fun should be against the law.

Quentin:
Oh, if wishing made it so.

Quentin:
[about The Count] You could have just said he was nuts.

Shado:
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."

Oliver:
Confucius, great. I'm starting to see the family resemblance.

Shado:
Laozi, actually.

The Count:
You have failed this city! YOU HAVE FAILED THIS CITY!!!

The Count:
Looks like I'm the last one standing... sitting... spinning... Something to do... What was I going to do? Memory not what it once was. Nothing what it once was. Is there a name on the gravestone? No, it's new, and clean, and waiting... (the last two sentences are a quote from Vertigo)

(the last two sentences are a quote from Vertigo)

Felicity:
I thought it would be helpful to track A.R.G.U.S' manhunt for Floyd Lawton aka Deadshot. So I decrypted their communication logs. Which means, I just hacked a federal agency. Kind of makes me a cyber-terrorist, which is bad because I really don't see myself fitting in well at Guantanamo Bay.

Oliver:
Don't worry, Felicity. They don't send blondes there.

Felicity:
I dye it, actually. [to Oliver] I keep your secret!

Quentin:
You look after them, all right?

Tommy:
I spend most nights at your daughter's anyway. [beat] There was probably a better time to tell you that.

Quentin:
Probably not.

Diggle:
I'll kill you for what you did to Andy.

Deadshot:
I'd be pulling these triggers right now, except there's nobody paying me. There's space for you right here, right next to your brother. You'd do best to remember that. [hits John]

Yao Fei:
[to Oliver] Your time on this island is at an end.

Felicity:
It feels really good having you inside me.

Diggle:
I guess you *do* know where I live.

Oliver:
I've always known where you live. May I? [pushes past Diggle]

Oliver:
I'm sorry. You were right. I was wrong.

Diggle:
About Deadshot?

Oliver:
About everything. About my mother, and about her involvement in the Undertaking. She lied to me, to Thea. She's working with Malcolm Merlyn, and they're planning something, something... terrible. I don't know what yet, but... I just know one thing. I need your help to stop them.

Harold Backman:
Call Cayman Fidelity. Tell them their favorite accountant is flying in to make a special deposit for a... *special* client.

Oliver:
[to Laurel] This is Felicity. She's setting up my internet.

Oliver:
Malcolm Merlyn... You have failed this city.

Malcolm:
And how have I done that?

Oliver:
The Undertaking. It ends now.

Diggle:
[on earpiece] Oliver, the device... It's gone.

Oliver:
Where's the device?

Malcolm:
Safe. I don't know how you got that trojan onto my system, but it prompted me to take precautions. There is noting you can do to stop what is about to happen. And you shouldn't. This city needs what is about to happen in order to survive. The people who are destroying it from the inside need to be erased from the map.

Oliver:
Fine. Let's start with you.

Malcolm:
Ironic, isn't it? Last Christmas, I almost killed you. A few months ago, you saved my life. And now you're here to trying to kill me. You should makeup your mind.

Oliver:
Done.

Felicity:
Are you okay?

Oliver:
My Mom and my best friend's Dad are involved in a conspiracy that may have dire consequences for the city. And I'm pretty sure they murdered my father. I'm not planning on using the word "okay" again any time soon.

Quentin:
Arrows are black, not green.

Lucas Hilton:
Copycat archer again.

Quentin:
Psychopaths are color-coding themselves now. That's helpful.

Oliver:
We have to find out what this Undertaking is.

Oliver:
I got the ask her.

Felicity:
Well, no. The last time the vigilante paid your Mom a visit, you got shot, and I got to play doctor with you. Ahh! My brain thinks the worst way to say things.

Oliver:
This time it'll just be me asking. Friendly mother-son chat.

Laurel:
What are you trying to say?

Oliver:
That you you know me better than anyone, and that you are more important to me than anyone. I just I didn't wait to long to say it. [Laurel kisses him]

Laurel:
You didn't wait to long. [she wraps her legs around his waist] You're right on time.

Quentin:
You're not exactly a hardened criminal, are you?

Felicity:
No, I'm not any kind of criminal.

Quentin:
What do you call computer hacking?

Felicity:
A hobby. That I do not engage in.

Oliver:
I spoke to Malcolm.

Moira:
You what? He could have killed you. He killed your father.

Oliver:
No, he didn't. After the "Gambit" went down, Dad and I both made it to the life raft. Then we drifted, for days. In the end, there wasn't enough food and water for both of us. So he shot himself in the head.

Moira:
I don't want to hear this.

Oliver :
He sacrificed himself so that I could live. Do you really think that I could go on living knowing that you sacrificed thousands more in my name? Mom. Please. You have to help me stop Malcolm. We need to know where the device is.

Tommy:
It's over. Laurel and me, I mean. She's with Oliver, again. Always.

Malcolm:
I'm sorry, son.

Tommy:
Yeah, and he said you wanted to nuke The Glades or something. You know, it's funny, scotch doesn't make it any more believable. Maybe after your Jihad, we can grab some steaks.

Malcolm :
Welcome, gentlemen. I've been waiting for you. I wanted to see you watch your city die.

Oliver:
Where's the transmitter?

Malcolm:
Somewhere I can easily get to it.

Diggle:
I doubt it. You'd be too dead.

Malcolm:
Don't struggle. It's over. There was never any doubt in the outcome. Don't worry. Your mother and sister will be joining you in death.

Oliver:
[stabs Malcolm with arrow] Thank you for teaching me what I'm fighting for. But my father taught me how.

“You have failed this City!!”

-The Hood