I did promise...
"What does it mean?"
"Rise."
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Laurel Lance: Wait! You could die. At least tell me your name.
[pause]
Oliver Queen: ...It's not who I am underneath... but what I *do*... that defines me.
Laurel Lance: ...Dad?
Oliver Queen: Goddammit.
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Slade Wilson: Are you ready to begin?
Oliver Queen: I-I can barely stand...
Slade Wilson: [kicks him] The Salmon Ladder does not wait for you to be ready! The Salmon Ladder is not considerate, or fair! And make no mistake: here, you face The Salmon Ladder.
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Malcolm Merlyn: You are just an ordinary man in a hood! That's why you couldn't fight injustice and that's why you can't stop this earthquake machine!
Oliver Queen: Who said anything about stopping it?
[Shanks Merlyn]
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Laurel Lance.: Hood? Hood! Why's he running dad?
Quentin Lance: Because we have to chase him.
Cop: Okay we're going in! Go, go! Move!
Laurel Lance.: He didn't do anything wrong. Wait, no he did. He's a murderer. But I want him so bad. No, he's not a murderer, he's a good man. But he kills people. He's an asshole fuck him. Lord, I want him. Hell with you, Tommy.
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The Count: Oh, you. You just couldn't let me go, could you? This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. You truly are incorruptible, aren't you? You won't kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness. And I won't kill you because you're just too much fun. I think you and I are destined to do this forever.
Arrow: What?
[throws him out of a 72nd floor window]
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Quentin Lance: The Arrow... has to come back.
Oliver Queen: What if he doesn't exist anymore...?
Quentin Lance: He must... he must...
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Malcolm Merlyn: So, you came back to die with your city.
Oliver Queen: No. I came back to stop you.
Malcolm Merlyn: Come on, you can do better than that.
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John Diggle: With respect Oliver, perhaps this is a man that *you* don't fully understand, either. During my last tour, I was in Afghanistan. My friends and I were working for the local government. They were trying to buy the loyalty of tribal leaders by bribing them with precious stones. But their caravans were being raided in a forest north of Kabul by a bandit. So, we went looking for the stones. But in six months, we never met anybody who traded with him. One day, I saw a child playing with a ruby the size of a tangerine. The bandit had been throwing them away.
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Season 5:
Oliver Queen: Why didn't you just... kill me?
Deathstroke: You don't fear death... You welcome it. Your punishment must be more severe.
Oliver Queen: Torture?
Deathstroke: Yes. But not of your body... Of your soul.
Oliver Queen: Where am I?
Deathstroke: Home, where I learned the truth about despair, as will you. There's a reason why this island is the worst hell on earth... Hope. Every man who has ventured here over the centuries has looked out to the shore and imagined sailing to freedom. So easy... So simple... And like shipwrecked men turning to sea water from uncontrollable thirst, many have died trying. I learned here that there can be no true despair without hope. So, as I terrorize Starling, I will feed its people hope to poison their souls. I will let them believe they can survive so that you can watch them clamoring over each other to stay in the sun. You can watch me torture an entire city and when you have truly understood the depth of your failure... I will destroy Starling and then, when it is done and Starling is ashes... then you have my permission to die. Welcome home, Oliver.
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Quentin Lance: I never cared who you were...
Arrow: And you were right.
Quentin Lance: ...but shouldn't the people know the hero whot saved them?
Arrow: A hero can be anyone. Even a man doing something as simple and reassuring as putting forgiving a man for accidentally getting his younger daughter trapped in a hellish prison while cheating on the oldest daughter with her.
Quentin Lance: I know it's you, Oliver.
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Malcolm Merlyn: Speak of the Devil, and he shall appear.
I'm sure we can figure out more.
I forget why I'm doing this though.
