Oliver Queen: The city still needs saving. But not by the Hood. Or some vigilante who's just crossing names off a list. It needs something more.
John Diggle: It needs a hero, Oliver.
Felicity Smoak: It's too bad The Hoods kind of ruined your nickname.
Oliver Queen: No, it's good. I don't want to be called The Hood anymore.
John Diggle: Okay. So what do you want to be called?
Laurel Lance: Tommy?
Tommy Merlyn: Yeah.
Laurel Lance: Is Thea okay?
Tommy Merlyn: Oh, yeah. She just ate some bad crab cakes.
Laurel Lance: Are you sure it wasn't something she drank?
Tommy Merlyn: Don't worry, I got this. You can go back inside. Keep having fun. Looked like you were having a nice little do-si-do with the good doctor.
Laurel Lance: Tommy, I'm gonna let you in on a little-known secret about Dr. Carter Bowen: the man is a gigantic ass. And the only reason why I danced with him is because he wrote a massive check to CNRI. Why would you think anything else?
Tommy Merlyn: I guess when it comes to you, I tend not to think straight.