Night in Starling City, and Oliver goes after James Holder, who made money putting defective smoke detectors in low-income housing. Holder is at his penthouse pool and finishes a call to his partner. Oliver shatters his wineglass and Holder warns him that he has armed security. When Holder threatens to call his security men, Oliver tosses him the security men's comm units and demands to know how many people his fires killed. Before Holder can answer, a sniper opens fire from an adjoining rooftop. Oliver returns fire and ducks for cover, but the sniper wounds him in the arm and disappears...Read the full recap
Oliver: My name is Oliver Queen. To my family, I am the brother and son who just returned home after being lost at sea five years ago. They don't know I came back with a mission, to bring justice to our city, and they never can. The men and women I've targeted are dangerous, corrupt, a virulent cancer. Cancers like James Holder, whose corporation put defective smoke detectors in low-income housing in the Glades. There have been many fires and too many funerals. But cancers can be fought and conquered. All it takes is a surgeon... and the right instrument.
Diggle: So how was your evening, sir?
Oliver: You mean after I said I had to go to the bathroom at dinner and never came back?
Diggle: I guess from now on I'll be watching you pee.
Oliver: Max Fuller?
Oliver: I slept with his fiancee.
Tommy: Yeah, before the wedding.
Oliver: It was at the rehearsal dinner.
Tommy: The rehearsal dinner is technically before the dinner, right? Besides, who stays mad at a castaway?
Tommy: You want to get to him? You got to go through me. Wow, they are probably going to go through me.
Tommy: The girl's pretty cute.
Diggle: That girl is my sister-in-law.
Tommy: Who I will never speak to or look at... ever.
Tommy: Look, man... about Laurel. I was going to tell you. I was just trying to figure out the right way.
Oliver: To tell somebody that you slept with their girlfriend after they went missing and were presumed dead. What, there's no greeting card for that?
Oliver: I was at my coffee shop surfing the web and I spilled a latte on it.
Felicity Smoak: Really?
Felicity Smoak: Because those look like bullet holes.
Oliver: My coffee shop is in a bad neighborhood.
Oliver: I didn't study Shakespeare at any of the four schools that I dropped out of.
Oliver: Dig, you got your eyes open?
Diggle: That's what I'm here for, sir. That and answering patronizing questions.