Spoiled billionaire playboy Oliver Queen is missing and presumed dead when his yacht is lost at sea. He returns five years later a changed man, determined to clean up the city as a hooded vigilante armed with a bow.
— Things have really fallen apart without Oliver, haven't they?
— It's a good thing I'm back, then.
— Was he waiting for an entrance line?
— Nope. He's just that cool.
— Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! Ow!
— I'm gonna need you to stop making that noise.
— I'm sorry my agonizing pain is bothering you. I mean, thank you very much for helping me with this.
Guys, I don't think that belongs there. Okay, that's either the way out here, or we gotta click our heelstogether three times and say «There's no place like home».