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This isn't Metropolis, Ralph. It's not even Gotham. Tonight, you're in my city. Like what I've done with the place? 
Speaking of double identities...at first, I thought you might be Wayne. Then I saw you in action. No way you could be that preening, hypocritical, womanizing sack of ego. Wayne probably thinks raising an eyebrow is hard labor. If he were a little smarter, he'd have the IQ of moss.
Superman? You should be so lucky.
Wow! And me without my anti-tank arrow.
You signed a full-year lease? And here I thought you were afraid of commitment--
When it began, I thought I'd be chasing a big, bad villain... not a lost kid.
Touch him first, Green Lantern, and you'll have to touch me second... and I'll touch back! -- Believe it, chum!
Will we ever get back? Will we ever see the Arrowcave -- or the Arrowcar? Will we see those days again when kids flocked around us in department stores, asked for our autographs, and played with the Green Arrow toy arrow kit?
Is that so? Well, my absolute hatred of dog-ridin' totalitarian @$$#&%$ justifies this!
We live in a country where we'll trust one man in office to make nationwide decisions, but not an incorporated body of one thousand men in offices. Why? What would a big business have to do to get people to trust it?
But I am a hunter. That's the one thing I learned on that island... The one thing I'm really good at. That's what I forgot. The basics.
Tell your friends there's a hunter on the streets. This is my town now, and creeps like you are an endangered species.
Evenin', Ma'am. Team Arrow is pleased to offer a new service to all of our Star City subscribers. For no additional costs, you're free to administer a few strategic kicks to your would-be assailant here. And when I say strategic, I mean his crotch.
Believe me, after you've lived on a diet of lizards and bugs for awhile, it kind of gives you a different outlook on life. It's a little hard to get excited over more money.
Hmph! "Modern-Day Robin Hood." What am I supposed to do... Steal from myself and give to the poor?
The name-- it's stupid! Why would anyone want to be named "Green Arrow"?
Maybe you were right. Maybe one person can make a difference... even a person in a funny costume.
All right, so maybe I don't know much about being a hero like Mister Robin Hood here -- but I am heroically drunk!
The water is still hot. Oily. Tinged with rust and mud and things I don't even want to imagine. It's the best drink I've ever had.
Anyone doesn't wanna be a human pin-cushion better make like a statue!
At my core, I wasn't a hero. I was a hunter.
I'm a fair man. So I'm going to let you start running. When you're a dozen yards away, I'll try to bring you down. You could get lucky. I might miss.
Here's how it works, guys -- you have until I count to ten to stop your boisterous mischief... or I'll hand you boys your respective heads! Okay? One... two... ten!
Yeah, that's right... I'm shouting at this tin-plated, circuit-hearted, bloodless computer! It's got some information I want, somewhere in its silicon-chip guts... and I can't find it!
Yeah, I'm gonna miss Vertigo... like ringworm!
Look, up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Green Arrow!
Everybody who's seen me naked gets to use my first name.
You know, just when I start to think there's hope for mankind... I run into guys like you, and my faith in human nature is restored.
All those years of wearing that mask... and it turns out the only reason no one figured out wo I was... is that they never really tried. Makes sense, I suppose.
The way I see it, we can do one of two things: run for it... in which case they can overtake us in a power boat and machine gun us from a safe distance... or stand and fight!
Well, we don't ride white chargers any more, but there's still a few of us around. And we don't really need a fancy costume or a phone booth to change in.
...look great in the newspapers... beat up a man in front of the whole church... jerk -- stupid idiot!
You killed innocent people, and you're going to have to answer for it.
I can feel it. The city. Something in the rhythm that flows with your blood. Nights like this, it calls. Wouldn't do any good to try to sleep anyway. Somewhere out there, it's happening. That moment of excitement... danger. The rush. It's just a question of finding it.
Just some drunk. I'll have you know I'm doing my duty as a responsible citizen. See, every instinct tells me that I should kick your asses and teach you a lesson before you graduate to the big time. But no, that wouldn't be responsible. Be a good boy, Ollie. Sit! Stay! Bend over! Zap! You're Dead! Join the club.
I'm not kidding myself. I know the reality of the situation. The reality is that people like me don't have children. We are children. Dressed up and playing cowboys and Indians with real bullets and real arrows. But there's a part of me that really wants to believe I'd give it all up -- just to be a father.
Well, I think we can rule out a surprise attack.
A bit theatrical, I suppose. But I wanted to save you the trouble of trying something stupid. You'd never make it.
Sherwood Forest. What's left of it. This is where it all happened. You can almost feel them in the trees. Robin Hood. Marian. Little John. Tuck. It's like stepping back into the past. I wonder where they are now.
Because I have a right, damn it!
I have the right to some measure of justice!
Someone has to pay!''
I never should have trusted Fyers. I let my own need for revenge get the better of my judgment. He played me for a chump and left a trail that led straight to my doorstep.
There's about $20,000 there... enough for a start. An apartment, tuition and books.
You'll have to work for the rest if you want it bad enough.
If you need a job, check with Sherwood Florist.
It's already too late! The took away everything! Everything! What the hell happened? I was... happy!
They picked a loyal American... a guy who had bought the whole god-and-country line of crap... A man who thought this still stood for something... despite the fact that it's been spit on, burned and dragged through the dirt of every miserable political war since Vietnam. I believed in it. You tell me... How am I supposed to forget that? Kiss my ass... Sir!
Death. Maybe for me if I go... maybe for a lot of people if I stay.
I've been wandering around for a while, and they don't exactly have the border clearly marked in these mountains.
You know, one thing that didn't occur to those bastards is that I was a pain in the ass as an innocent man... I kind of wonder what kind of trouble I could stir up if I really tried!
A legend really doesn't have much choice if he's going to stay a legend. The great Tommy O'Connor would pick something really special for his last hurrah. And this is your last, isn't it?
Perfect timing. I think their arms are tired from hitting me.
You know, Arthur... The thing that amuses me about a 200-pound slime-bag hiding behind an 80-pound boy... is how much sticks out around the edges!
Hmm. Hammered iron on a reed shaft. Not very sophisticated, but it seems effective.
You two have a ten-year-wall to tear down. It might help if you both worked on it from the same side.
People are going to die-- Let's just make sure it's the right people.
This. This is what I am. This is who I am. Come hell or high water. If I deny it, I deny everything I've ever done... Everything I've ever fought for.
I don't have to prove anything. This has nothing to do with the law. It has to do with justice.
Doesn't mean much by itself, and maybe it isn't anything at all... unless you stop and ask yourself-- what do you do with a supply of radioactive iodine?
I wouldn't do that. Even if you're a lot faster than you look, you're going to get a shaft through a very tender part of your anatomy.
You're wrong. Oh, you'll probably have everyone's sympathy. Everyone except the police. Their job isn't based on justice, it's based on the law. And the law says if you kill Hauke you have to pay.
Well, here we are under a sky full of stars... The majesty of the mountains surrounding us. -- And just a few miles away, in a sleepy little town... some lucky guy is eating a pizza and watching Madonna on VH1.
Well, someone said something, and someone else said something back, and pretty soon you have a protest rally.
There's nothing quite like being so old you're back to one candle on your birthday cake. It's like people can't count that high or something.
That's okay... Stupidity should be painful.
Wait a minute, Lieutenant. Don't you see? That's the way you've been thinking. You've been looking at the victims as just that... Street people.
Hal and me. We were going to change the world. Sometimes I wonder what happened to us. Maybe caring went out of fashion... Like these.
How the hell am I supposed to provide security and protection for a man who's going to stand up in front of 35,000 people, just begging to be a target?
I don't know... the thought of skinning a drug lord gives me kind of a warm feeling.
Bastards like that have about as much relationship to true hunters as a worm has to an eagle.
There's a program at the veteran's center for guys just like you who carry a little too much of the past around.
Well, you see, I figure it's more sporting if I give him thirty or forty chances to kill me first.
Hey Fyres... When we get a few more miles up this mountain... Remind me to kill you.
I don't care if many parts of a pine tree are edible... I'd kill for a chili dog right about now.
Look, this isn't exactly my idea of a fun way to spend a vacation.
Our Final Jeopardy Category is "People Who Want to Kill us and Why." DooDooDooDoo♪DooDooDoo♪
I'm the best there is at what I do: screwing up my life.
I like to think of it as an elegant weapon for a more sophisticated time.
The Yakuza down here must be getting their ninjas at Sears.
I'm not super. Any talents I have, I worked for -- it seems a long time since I thought of myself as a hero.
If we're both on the same side, shouldn't we stop choking each other?
You think justice is something that can be bought, blackmailed, killed. You're wrong. Justice is an arrow. And I've made one just for you.
I never liked being called a hero. I just do what I think is right. Try to make a difference.
I'll tell you one thing -- if I could turn back the clock... I'd kill that bastard all over again.
It doesn't matter if you're doing it to save the whole damn world. It still makes you a killer. That's not a price I'm willing to pay anymore. I don't belong in a costume.
Get Eddie under cover. He owes me forty bucks.
Maybe I'm not the smartest guy in the world. But I've learned enough to know that you solve your own problems first. If an ass recreates the world in his own image then he winds up with a world only an ass would want to live in.
Why didn't you tell me you were my son?
You know damn well how I relax, lady.
Well, that was exciting. My nipples are all kinda hard.
Evenin', Ma'am. Team Arrow is pleased to offer a new service to all of our Star City subscribers. For no additional costs, you're free to administer a few strategic kicks to your would-be assailant here. And when I say strategic, I mean his crotch.
Now, did you bring the lockpick arrow?
I shoot him in the shoulder out of pure instinct. And in the solar plexus to get his attention. And in the trachea to see if he'd even feel it. And then I shoot him in the face. Just to piss him off.
Kyle, it's like someone showing up at your house on Halloween dressed as your dead best friend.
Yeah. You run most of the drugs, prostitution and racketeering in this city, and I'm the jerk here.
Would you quit your babbling, you five-fathom fascist! Which reminds me -- when the Hell are you going to allow for some democratic elections down there?! Kings went out of style with religious persecution in this country -- a country you're a de facto part of, because water surrounds most of our borders!
Oh, Hell, no.
I lied. This isn't a weekend off. You're going to join the Teen Titans.
You're seeing me as a hero figure -- and I'm seeing you as a sweet young warm body -- and I do too much of this, boinking people without any feeling, just because I can.
I love Star City. I love everything it was.
So unless you and all your little would-be corporate dictator buddies want to go to prison -- real prison, by the way. Federal prison. Sadies Hawkins Dance, and the-worst-part-of-Deliverance prison -- you'll do exactly what I say.
I will never understand the appeal of the Hawaiian pizza.
The big bad Dark Knight. You're a walking psychosis, and every damned manner of sociopathic fruit fly flits toward you.
Well, you know the expression, 'Gutlessly haul ass in an S.U.V.... live to cravenly fight another day'
Dinah Laurel Lance... will you marry me?
The good news is that I can hear sirens two blocks away. The bad news is the Reverend's followers don't give up easily. But neither do I. Then I realize the last suit is coming in so fast that any shot I take is going to go through him. And the only angle I have is at his head. And that's when I remember what an arrow does to anatomy. How it tears through organs, arteries and fragments bones. When I said I had forgotten those little experiments, I wasn't lying. The problem is that I've done some things lately that I'm not proud of, and I've started remembering them again.
I stay out of everyone else's way, and they stay out of mine.
Nobility has nothing to do with it. This is about winning pure and simple.
Damn it... not only are you people murdering scum -- but you're just a bunch mindless worker bee gestapo.
Man up, bear down and hit that thing.
Daddy's right here.
This is a badly written parody of a trial!
Look... sure, I'm ticked off at the pushers because they prey on weakness -- but that doesn't mean my heart bleeds for junkies. Life is tough for everyone. If you want to claim humanity, you don't crawl into a drugged stupor.
Okay! Save the plea! I'll Go! I'll trot into the mess we call civilization-- The Stink... The Foulness! Little Robin Hood Me... Into the fray once again! But don't expect me to smile!
Arrows won't work here. But this...this might. In brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight. Let those who...who...Crap. How the hell does the rest of that--
At last... I understand why The Lantern never misses a John Wayne movie!
You didn't expect me to waltz in, did you? My mama didn't raise any total idiots.
That's right, Lantern... apologize. Grovel in front of that walking mummy. You call yourself a hero! Chum, you don't even qualify as a man. You're no more than a puppet... and the Guardians pull your strings. Listen... forget about chasing around the galaxy! And remember America. It's a good country... beautiful... fertile... and terribly sick! There are children dying, honest people cowering in fear, disillusioned kids ripping up campuses. On the streets of Memphis a good black man died... and in Los Angeles, a good white man fell. Something is wrong. Something is killing us all! Some hideous moral cancer is rotting our very souls. [Addresses the Guardians, pointing an accusing finger] And you... sitting on your mudball, preening like a smug tomcat. How dare you presume to meddle in the affairs of humanity, when human beings are no more than statistics to you and your crew. [The Guardians ask Green Arrow how he would advise them] Come off your perch. Touch, taste, laugh, and cry! Learn where we're at... and why!
Maybe when we get you straightened out, we'll learn something... maybe we'll finally know how maniacs like Joshua can come to be... how they can seize the hearts of decent people and fill them with the poison to hate... of bigotry! Sure, the hypnotism was part of it... but there had to be a part of you that responded to his insanity -- you... me... all of us! Maybe now we can get rid of that part... forever.
This is like some badly written parody of a trial.
Look... sure, I'm ticked off at the pushers because they prey on weakness -- but that doesn't mean my heart bleeds for junkies. Life is tough for everyone. If you want to claim humanity, you don't crawl into a drugged stupor.
Aliens. I said I never wanted to mess with aliens again.
Maybe you should stop focusing on the family you can't have -- and start focusing on the one you can.
Like I always say, the Justice Society may teach you how to be a hero... and the Titans may teach you how to be a family... but the League -- sure, it teaches you how to protect, but from the very start -- the League teaches you how to fight.
Haven't you learned anything yet? Think about your own life -- everything you've done to keep your secret safe. You don't just wear the mask for yourself. It's for your wife... your parents... even for -- one day -- your children. There are animals out there. And when it comes to family, we can't always be there to defend them. But the mask will.
If you want a good enemy, choose a friend -- they know exactly where to strike.
We need a decoy -- someone to harass and irritate Kobra. And we all know who is the best here to do that, don't we, kiddies?
I'm a loner... and the League's just too big for a guy like me... or maybe I'm too big for The League? Aw, nuts... maybe I'm not such a loner after all...
I feel like I've been hit by the Magical Mystery tour bus!
I know those looks. You're putting the band back together, aren't you? Hold on, I'll get my bow.
Hell, I never claimed to be sane. At least not while I was in my right mind.
Are all faceless guys this sarcastic?
Hmph! "Modern-Day Robin Hood." What am I supposed to do? Steal from myself and give to the poor?
I really don't like being told what to do.
Man, I don't believe this! We were watching out for New York, for Metropolis, for Atlantis... but who was watching out for Lacroix, Louisiana?
Remember me Slingshot? I'm the guy that doesn't like you!
I really hate this cosmic stuff.
I'm sort of a specialist myself. I shoot green arrows. Therefore, instead of Captain Pectorals or the Incredible Moose, they call me... Green Arrow. And as such, I'm not exactly chopped liver.
- Let me guess... I forgot to put the lid down again.
- Yeah -- that's me!! Vigilante, mayor, playboy, hypocrite. And the guy with swords to your throat... now let's talk about limits...
- Now you know... You almost died... could have died... but most important -- you got your ass kicked. And don't forget... don't you ever forget, Mr. Brickwell... who was wearing the boots.
- Freeze, butt monkeys!!!
- He was my favorite martian.
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