Sara Lance: I know you have a lot of questions.
Laurel Lance: Nope.
Sara Lance: How could you not have any questions?
Laurel Lance: Because I already know all of the answers to them. How could you still be alive; Where have you been all this time? Why didn't you call us. And the answer to all of them... is because it's Sara.
Quentin Lance: Baby, don't to this...
Laurel Lance: Dad, I swear, if you say one more word.
Sara Lance: Laurel, look, I know you're angry. And you have every right to be. Please don't take this out on Dad. If you need someone to blame, blame me.
Laurel Lance: Oh, I do blame you, Sara. Every single thing that's gone wrong with our lives is your fault. You got on that stupid boat with my boyfriend. You didn't call us to tell us that you were still alive, even though it probably would have saved Mom and Dad's marriage. And you brought some crazy assassin into Starling City who nearly killed Mom and poisoned me. You. You stole my whole life away from me. Now get out.
Felicity Smoak: I'm sorry she wasn't her.
Oliver Queen: I know. I'm sorry about Billy. He was a good man.
Felicity Smoak: Like you. So I'm guessing not-Laurel is on her way back to Central City then.
Oliver Queen: Secure lockup at A.R.G.U.S. I'm keeping her close, because if there is anything left of the real Laurel in her, I'm gonna find it.
Felicity Smoak: You know what? I could really get used to this newfound optimism of yours.