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By Paul Dailly

Christopher: Speak of the devil. Felicity: Oh, am I the devil now?

By Paul Dailly

Oliver: You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Tobias: He survives. I guess I’ll just have to kill you again — mind if I call you Oliver?…

By Paul Dailly

Oliver: Thanks for doing this? Christopher: That’s sort of my job.

By Paul Dailly

Tobias: Little man, that grave ain’t going to dig itself. Rene: Well, why don’t you dig it yourself?

By Paul Dailly

Diggle: You must be the new kids on the block. Curtis: More like the Backstreet Boys.