Justin Hartley: Oliver Queen

Masquerade

Oliver Queen

Oliver Queen: [Locked in a car truck] You know, when I said I wanted to spoon earlier, this isn't really what I had in mind.
Chloe Sullivan: We're lying alone together in the dark, okay? I think that counts for something.
Oliver Queen: Yeah, you're probably right. This is definitely the most romantic of my recent kidnappings.

Oliver Queen: I know how hard you worked to disappear, but I'm gonna be in the spotlight for the rest of my life. I was kidding myself with this whole "trying to be normal" thing. I thought I was, um... giving up my identity by coming out, but, uh... all I did was change it. 'Cause I am who I am. It's time I stopped hiding from that. I made this bed. Now I have to sleep in it.
Chloe Sullivan: Well, you don't have to do it alone.
Oliver Queen: Really? So, I got a question for you. When people see this adorable blonde, and you are, on this adorable blond's arm, what'll they call you?
Chloe Sullivan: Let's start with girlfriend, and go from there?
Oliver Queen: Okay. "Girlfriend" sounds kind of high school.
Chloe Sullivan: [laughing] Shut up. I'm serious.

Chloe Sullivan: Do you know, I'm supposed to be meeting someone here. Oliver Queen, of all people. Even with the Registration Act behind him, the world still knows him as the Green Arrow.
Oliver Queen: [wearing a disguise to look inconspicuous] Well, he probably can't even leave the house without wearing some kind of ridiculous disguise. Makes it, uh, pretty hard to live a normal life, I'm guessing. You know, I heard he lost his company to, uh... Lionel Luthor.
Chloe Sullivan: Well, you wouldn't want to have dinner with me in his place, would you?
Oliver Queen: Me? No. What would your boyfriend say about that? I mean, I heard he's a pretty tough guy.
Chloe Sullivan: Well, I can't exactly call him my boyfriend.
Oliver Queen: I think Oliver Queen would be an absolute fool to let someone like you get away.
Chloe Sullivan: You're damn right.

Chloe Sullivan: [Oliver and Chloe have stolen another couple's reservations and had dinner] That was delicious.
Oliver Queen: [grunts in agreement]
Hostess: But, oh my God right?
[referring to the shared joke over the stolen reservations]
Oliver Queen: [Oliver sees the Hostess approaching and fears being "caught"] Oh.
Hostess: Phone call from your wife, Mr. Jones.
[hands Oliver a cordless telephone receiver and turns to Chloe]
Hostess: You want my advice? You catch a cab, and you let him take that limo back home. Alone.
Oliver Queen: [both Chloe and Oliver are enjoying the irony of the moment immensely] I don't know.
[speaks into the receiver]
Oliver Queen: Hello, dear.
[Chloe puts her head on the table so she doesn't burst out laughing]

Oliver Queen: You all right?
Chloe Sullivan: I escaped the villain of the piece with nary a mark on my bones.
Oliver Queen: I would expect nothing less. You know, the whole "woman who doesn't exist" thing gets a little less mysterious when yearbooks come into play, right?
Chloe Sullivan: Yeah, they're kind of a breadcrumb.
Oliver Queen: Meaning what? You, uh... feeling lost, Chloe?
Chloe Sullivan: I have been so many things over the years. Doe-eyed sleuth, intrepid reporter, Watchtower.
Oliver Queen: Business-suited cyber-savior?
Chloe Sullivan: It worked, right?
Oliver Queen: Yeah.
Chloe Sullivan: I've always wound up defining myself by some group or cause or other person. Um... I haven't felt like Chloe si... well, Chloe 1.0, anyway, since...
[indicating her yearbook picture]
Chloe Sullivan: ...well, her. And then I erased it all. I gave it all away. I think that's why I've been struggling to define myself against you. I'm... I'm afraid I'm gonna lose the last little bit of me that I have left.
Oliver Queen: No matter what happens, I know who you are.
Chloe Sullivan: I know. And that's why I have never questioned the love I feel for you.

Oliver Queen: All right, all right, enough of this. What'd you guys do with Mrs. Jones, huh? Huh?
Agent Simon: We were just about to ask you the same thing.
Chloe Sullivan: What? Am I the only one who's confused here?

Agent Simon: We know you aren't the Joneses. Who are you?
Oliver Queen: Yeah, he's-he's right. We should, uh... introduce ourselves.
[they proceed to beat up the agents in the room, then stop short as they're about to club each other]
Oliver Queen, Chloe Sullivan: I love you.

Oliver Queen: Mr. and Mrs. Jones weren't married at all. They, uh... they were on a stakeout. FBI.
Chloe Sullivan: [holding up an FBI badge] I know. We just wiped the floor with their backup. They probably couldn't break their cover until they found out how we were connected to the missing agents.
Oliver Queen: From what the late Mrs. Jones said, their cover was blown, which means Mr. Jones is probably in grave danger.
Chloe Sullivan: [entering a room in which she noticed the door was ajar] I think that's a definite.
Oliver Queen: What makes you say that?
Chloe Sullivan: [showing him x-rays of skulls with the omega symbol brand] Call it a hunch.

Oliver Queen: No one's answering up front.
Chloe Sullivan: Yeah, and the last thing we want is for a billionaire superhero ex-fugitive to get caught kicking in the front door of a sex club.
Oliver Queen: Yeah, not today, anyway. We sure this is the right place?
Chloe Sullivan: Yeah, it's owned by a guy named Desaad. The feds have been keeping an eye on it for weeks. Some guy from the Bureau came in here for a little bit of relaxation, and at his checkup the next week...
Oliver Queen: There was an Omega on his skull.
Chloe Sullivan: Yeah. Turns out he wasn't the only one.
[as she talks, he acrobatically scales the building to an open window]
Chloe Sullivan: Every one of those x-rays belongs to someone who was a visitor at this club. You know, the Joneses may have gotten made, but they had no idea what they were getting themselves into.
[turning and seeing him]
Chloe Sullivan: Hey!
Oliver Queen: Right. Which is why it's our job to get Mr. Jones out of it.
Chloe Sullivan: Well, don't leave Goldilocks out in the cold.
Oliver Queen: If the darkness has anything to do with this, the last thing I want is for you to get caught in the crossfire.