Oliver: I'm the rich man's Lindsay
Lohan.
Oliver [to Diggle]: You know us
billionaire vigilantes, we do love our toys.
Oliver: I'm thinking prison,
Burning Man meets Shawshank Redemption.
The invite says "come before Oliver Queen gets off."
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: Woah. That's a neat trick.
You gonna teach me that someday?
Oliver: No.
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.
Oliver: Who are you? Where's my
friend Tommy Merlyn? The guy who once rented out a pro football stadium
so he could play strip kickball with models.
Thea: I think there should be a
national holiday for whoever invented French fries. Or at least a
statue in their honor.
Tommy [about Carter Bowen]: Did you know
that as a doctor I could diagnose myself as a giant tool?
Laurel: He's not interested in
throwing us a fundraiser. What he wants to have is the first annual
attempt to get back into my pants.
Moira: If any member of my family
so much as gets a paper cut, I will burn your entire world to ashes.
Oliver: I am having a sizeable get
together for tomorrow evening and there is a better than likely chance
it spills into the outdoor pool.
Thea: I got mad relationship skills
bro. Let me know if you need any trendy places to propose.
Diggle: You were born with a
platinum spoon in your mouth Queen, what'd you spend five years on an
island without room service and suddenly you found religion?