Laurel Lance: We need the Arrow.Oliver Queen: The Arrow's dead.Laurel Lance: We're hoping that's not the case. We're hoping that you can't change who you are in your bones.
Felicity Smoak: Talk about unthinkable. You and me I mean. When you told me you loved me, you had me fooled for a second. I... Maybe you might have meant it, what you said. You really sold it.Oliver Queen: We both did.
Oliver Queen: So a web nuke needs to be deployed somewhere. We need to know where the Calculator wants to install it.Felicity Smoak: I am not calling him that on principle, because it is a lame codename.
Donna Smoak: Honey, I came to see you. For a visit. Look, look, look. Didn't you get my text?Felicity Smoak: Mom, to send a text, you actually have to press "send" on the text.Donna Smoak: Oh, okay, not a big deal, I'll do it right now.
