Oliver: you went to law school. You said you would.

Laurel: yeah, everyone’s proud.

Oliver: Adam Hunt’s a heavy hitter. You sure you want to get in the ring with him?

Laurel: five years and you want to talk about Adam Hunt?

Oliver: no, not really.

Laurel: why are you here, Ollie?

Oliver: to apologize. It was my fault. I wanted to ask you not to blame her.

Laurel: for what? Falling under your spell? How could I possibly blame her for doing the same things that I did?

Oliver: I never meant to…

Laurel: 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 ['kɔfin], because her body was at the bottom of the ocean where you left her. It should have been you.

Oliver: I know that it’s too late to say this, but I’m sorry.

Laurel: yeah I am sorry, too. I’d hoped that you’d rot in hell a whole lot longer than 5 years.