Felicity Smoak: What's the point of having keyhole satellite imagery if you can't use it to find anybody?
Rory Regan: I feel like I don't understand half the sentences you say.
Felicity Smoak: What I"m saying is that no matter how hard I try, I cannot find Rene anywhere.
Felicity Smoak: I was the one who told you guys to leave him behind.
Rory Regan: Sounds like another impossible decision.
Felicity Smoak: Does that mean I'm supposed to get better at making them?
Rory Regan: I'm saying you were right. If we're going to do this, we can't let guilt swallow us up. I'll keep you from doing it if you promise the same for me.
Felicity Smoak: Deal.
Curtis Holt: Ow. Ow. Ow.
Evelyn Sharp: So "Ow" then? Things have really fallen apart without Oliver, haven't they?
Oliver Queen: It's a good thing I'm back, then.
Oliver Queen: Was he waiting for an entrance line?
Curtis Holt: Nope. He's just that cool.
Oliver Queen: I got your text. Have we found Rene?
Felicity Smoak: You get John?
Oliver Queen: Yeah, he's fine. He's holdup at HIVE. I couldn't write him off. And we are not gonna write off Rene. We're gonna find him; we're gonna bring him back... Wherever he is.
Danny Brickwell: My two favorite Trick-or-Treaters. Well, look at that. Didn't anybody tell you Halloween was 3 months ago?
Black Canary: Daniel Brickwell...
Arsenal: You have failed this city.
Danny Brickwell: And you seemed to have failed in your maths. Can't you see there's a lot more of us than there is of you?
Sin: Guess again, Brick-head.
Danny Brickwell: Is this little parade supposed to mean something? I'll tell you what it means. It means the population of the Glades is gonna plummet severely.