Laurel: I’m sorry about saying that you should have been the one who died. That was wrong.

Oliver: if I could trade places with her, I would.

Laurel: about Sarah, there’s something that I’ve been afraid to ask, but I need to know.

Oliver: okay.

Laurel: when she died, did she suffer ['sʌfər]?

Oliver: no.

Laurel: I think about her every day.

Oliver: me too.

Laurel: I guess we still have one thing in common then. I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but if you need someone to talk to about what happened to you, I’m here. Something wrong?

Oliver: I ask somebody to do something, they didn't do it. 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 [di'bɔ:tʃəri] to catch up on.

Laurel: you know what, Oliver? You’re wrong. That island did change you. At least now you're honest.