Felicity Smoak: Oliver...
Felicity Smoak: I uh... I just wanted to say thank you.
Oliver Queen: Yeah.
Felicity Smoak: ...And I'm sorry.
Oliver Queen: For what?
Felicity Smoak: I got myself into trouble again, and you killed him. You killed again, and I am sorry that I was the one that put you in the position where you had to make that kind of choice.
Oliver Queen: Felicity, he had you and he was going to hurt you--there was no choice to make.
Anatoly Knyazev: I just dislocated thumbs. Useful if getting tired to chair to become habit. This is going to hurt a little.
Oliver Queen: Son of a bitch!
Anatoly Knyazev: With a bit of practice, you can do yourself anytime.
Oliver Queen: Anatoly, can't you bring a knife next time?
Anatoly Knyazev: What is fun of that?