Abin Sur: Choose well.
TV: A test pilot’s daring maneuvers almost ended in tragedy. Witnesses say pilot Hal Jordan ejected at the last possible second...before his jet crashed in the open desert. He’s the son of the late Martin Jordan...who was killed in his own ill-fated test flight back in 1993. We are told that Hal Jordan is doing fine right now...though we have yet to hear an official statement.
Hal: Hey, guys.
TV: The incident has been a blow to a new high-tech aircraft program...
Jack: Hey. How was work?
Hal: Oh. It was amazing, Jack. Thank you for asking. Hey, Janice.
Jack: Just help me out here, because I’m really trying to understand this.
Jack: Do you wanna be like him so bad?
Hal: You just assume it’s my fault.
Jack: I talked to Carl.
Hal: Oh. Heh, heh.
Jack: You pushed the plane past its limits--
Hal: That’s my job. It was an accident. Everybody walked away.
Jack: Like your motorcycle accident that put you in the hospital for a month?
Hal: You know, I miss all this quality family time. Good talk, Jack.
Janice: Jack. Come on.
Jim: You okay?
Hal: Where’s Jason?
Jim: In his room.
Hal: Why? (Knocking on door) Hey, it’s Uncle Hal. What’s up there, ace? This is the worst 11th birthday party I’ve ever been to. No dancing girls? What’s going on--? Hey. Hey. I’m fine.
Jason: I guess I got a little freaked out or something.
Hal: It happens.
Jason: Not to you.
Hal: Look... I told you that you don’t have anything to worry about. You wanna know why? Yeah, I may be a total screw-up in every other part of my life...but the one thing I do know how to do is fly. Hey, got you something, birthday boy. Wrapped it myself.
Jason: Cool. It’s an X-1, right?
Hal: It’s a Starfighter. My dad gave me that. Let’s put it up.
Jason: What happened today? I mean, when you crashed.
Hal: Not really sure, exactly.
Jason: Were you scared?
Hal: It’s my job not to be. You know, you’re totally missing your super-lame birthday party. Beat it. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
Jason: I’m glad you’re okay.
Hal: Me too, ace.
Hal: Get off! No! Aah! No! Come on, stay with me. Stay with me. I’m gonna get you some help. You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay. Okay, hold on.
Abin Sur: Your name. Your name.
Hal: It’s Hal. Hal Jordan.
Abin Sur: Hal Jordan, I am Abin Sur, protector of Sector 2814.
Hal: Okay, hey, listen. We’re gonna get you to a hospital, okay? Okay? One that carries purple blood.
Abin Sur: The ring...it chose you. Take it! Place the ring in the lantern. Place the ring, speak the oath...
Abin Sur: Great honor, responsibility...
Hal: I don’t understand. Breathe. You gotta breathe, okay? All you gotta do is breathe. Just breathe, okay? Hey, hey, hey. No, no, no. Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey. Come on, man. No, no, no, don’t do that. Hey, now, don’t do that. Oh, come on.