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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.
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?
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?
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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?
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?
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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 can't sit on the sidelines and do nothing. I won't. The last time I did, I watched people die. People I could have saved. People I should have saved. That's not going to happen again. Not as long as I can do something about it.
Whoever Komodo is, he's made the mistake of under-estimating me. Treating me like a child... but that child died on that island. And he's not coming back.
I figure that gold mine on the mountain is in your patch. That's your gold in them hills. How about we forget all this hangin' talk? I go up there and liberate your gold for you.
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--
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.
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.
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.
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 wait for a streak of lightning or a bird to fly by. I wait for some kind of divine intervention to point the way. But there's nothing. So I do what I did the last time. I tell God to go screw himself. I'll find my own way home.
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.
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.