Laurel: I don't know what’s worse, the fact that you lied to me or nearly got me killed!

Dad: you were completely safe.

Laurel: I was on a rooftop with an army of men pointing their guns in my face!

Dad: well, you shouldn't have been on that roof in the first place.

Laurel: No! You wanted me on that roof. Wasn't that the whole point of your little trap /træp/?

Dad: I’m trying to catch a killer.

Laurel: you manipulated /məˈnɪpyəˌleɪt/ me.

Dad: manipulated? You practically ran to this guy. I told you, I said stay away from him and you did not.

Laurel: that was before you gave me the phone!

Dad: what?!

Laurel: that’s before you realized that you could use me as bait /beɪt/. You own daughter.

Dad: yeah, but you wouldn't listen to me!

Laurel: you are so blinded by your hate for him that you don't realize the damage that it’s doing in your own life, to your family. So what happens when you catch him? What happens then, Dad? You’re going to find another criminal, somebody else to blame for mom leaving, for Sarah dying, for your drinking?

Dad: that’s enough, Laurel.

Laurel: yeah, you’re damn right, it is.