Oliver is drinking heavily and gambling away his money at the Roulette Casino. A woman in a red dress with a dragon tattoo comes over and introduces herself as Virginia. She offers Oliver a game that can satisfy him and when he agrees, has her choose from three overturned cups. The one he chooses has a red pill and she taunts him take it. When he hesitates, Victoria notes that he has nothing to lose. Oliver agrees and takes the pill, and then Victoria takes him out into the street. When Oliver wakes up later, he discovers himself wearing a white suit and locked in a coffin. The inside of the lid has the words “game over” written in red...Read the full recap
Lois: About time you got home. Shelby's great and all, but the conversation... a little one-sided.
Clark: Shouldn't you be riding a mechanical bull somewhere? It is Friday night.
Clark: I hope I have enough detergent. How do you even have anything left to wear?
Lois: You know, most guys wouldn't complain if I suddenly found myself shirtless.
Lois: Are you like this at the movie theater, too, Clark? I mean, these concession runs are sweet, but you're up and down more often than the Cubs' batting lineup.
Lois: How does a guy with nine phone numbers not return a phone call?
Clark: Probably just celebrating with someone else.
Lois: Wow. Tall, dark, and single. Go figure.
Lois: Pants on, Birthday Boy. Party train's arrived.
Clark: Lois, I think people would prefer "knock" over "pants on."
Clark: Oliver was watching this on his laptop. It's a long story about Lois and laundry and lacy things.
Chloe: You were living like you had a death wish, Oliver. You had to face your demons if you were ever going to make it out alive. And I had to push you over the ledge in order to pull you back.
Oliver: Did you have to push with a 3-ton truck?
Chloe: I didn't think a tricycle would be a strong enough point.
Oliver: You saved my life, Chloe. Both the myth... and the man.
Lois: So... what was that about?
Oliver: Uh-oh. I've seen that look before, usually right before you sock me in the jaw.
Clark: I heard you were back.
Oliver: You do know, of course, you look absolute ridiculous in that, right? And I got a great tailor, hook you up with a little color, maybe.
Oliver: You've done a hell of a job keeping the world safe on your own, Clark. I'm here to help you now.
Clark: Good. Something tells me... soon the world will need all the help we can get.