Quotes
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Cyrus Vanch : Time's running out, and still no visit from your friend. I might have overestimated his fondness for you.
Laurel Lance : Assault with intent and kidnapping. You're gonna rot in prison for life this time.
Cyrus Vanch : That's assuming your hooded BFF saves you. And his chances of survival are not so great. He's going up against armed men with their fingers on the trigger of guns that fire up to six hundred rounds per minute. Now, I'm no Einstein, but that is a lot of bullets. And even if he were to take them out, I have two sharpshooters on the roof. And even if he were to get by them, what's he gonna do against the veritable army of sons of bitches that I've got waiting for him? Now, as I said, I'm no Einstein, but I can count to twenty-four. And in case you're wondering, I was, so I studied up on my news footage; twenty-four is the exact number of arrows he carries in his quiver and fléchettes around his forearm.
[the Arrow enters at gunpoint, having bypassed said guards but run out of arrows]
Cyrus Vanch : Lose the bow, Merida.
