Oliver Queen : Sorry to give you so much grief.John Diggle : I served three tours in Afghanistan, Mr. Queen. You don't even come close to my definition of grief.
John Diggle: You really did lose your mind on that island.Oliver Queen: Found a couple of things along the way.John Diggle: Like what Archery classes?Oliver Queen: Clarity.
John Diggle: You're not going back out there?Oliver Queen: I'm not done for the night. Whoever this Count is, he has a lot of blood on his hands, and it is long past time he started paying.John Diggle: All right, slow down. I think you're missing the point here.Oliver Queen: What?Oliver Queen: Thea.John Diggle: Her hearing's in a few hours. You think she cares more about some drug lord getting his just desserts or you being by her side when she needs you the most?
Felicity Smoak: You know, under different circumstances, these chem lights might seem festive.Oliver Queen: No sign of Chase. It looks like the EMP was his play. Elevator and security doors offline.Felicity Smoak: Did you check the emergency exit door?Oliver Queen: I did. It's welded shut.Felicity Smoak: If Chase wasn't so evil, I might actually be impressed.
