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.
You can break and enter without a warrant, conduct illegal surveillance, coerce confessions, and violate each and every point of the Miranda Rule night in and night out-- but it's "different" because you're sustaining the system whose rules you can't abide!
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?
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.
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!
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
Listen to me, fella... Listen good! I'm going to tell you what you should have seen for yourself-- And I'm only going to tell you once!Dough's glorification of the average is sheer nonsense! The "world's work" gets done because of what's different in individuals... Each person has a talent, a skill, a thing that he does better than his fellows! Take enough of those talents, put them together, and you build a civilization! Deny them and you cancel everything that makes us human!