Oliver Queen: Laurel... You always saw the best in me. Right now, that's what you're doing, looking at me, and you're wondering if that island changed me somehow, if it made me a better person. It didn't. Stay away from me. Otherwise... I'm just gonna hurt you again, but this time, it will be worse. Got to roll. I got 5 years of debauchery to catch up on!
Laurel Lance: You know what, Oliver? You're wrong. That island did change you. At least now you're honest.
Laurel Lance: Why are you here, Ollie?
Oliver Queen: To apologize. It was my fault. I wanted to ask you not to blame her.
Laurel Lance: For what? Falling under your spell. How could I possibly blame her for doing the same things that I did?
Oliver Queen: I never meant to...
Laurel Lance: She was my sister. I couldn't be angry because she was dead. I couldn't grieve because I was so angry. That's what happens when your sister dies while screwing your boyfriend. We buried an empty coffin... Because her body was at the bottom of the ocean where you left her. It should have been you.
Oliver Queen: I know that it's too late to say this, but I'm sorry.
Laurel Lance: Yeah, I'm sorry, too. I'd hoped that you'd rot in hell a whole lot longer than 5 years.