Oliver Queen: Felicity...
Felicity Smoak: I need some air really means I don't want to talk right now...
Oliver Queen: I'm sorry...
Felicity Smoak: For what? Maybe you could be a little more specific: Letting us think you were dead? For weeks? Or by abandoning every principle you claimed to have by getting into bed with Malcom Merlyn?
Oliver Queen: That's not what has you upset.
Felicity Smoak: When you were gone... for almost a month... I allowed myself to fantasize. To dream that maybe, just maybe... Merlyn was wrong. That you were alive. That you'd come back.
Felicity Smoak: And that when you did, maybe you'd be different. That almost dying would give you a new perspective on life. That you would do things differently...
Oliver Queen: Things between us, you mean.
Felicity Smoak: Before you left, the last thing you said was that you loved me.
Felicity Smoak: Now you're back... And the first thing you tell me is that you're working with the man who turned your sister... who you're supposed to love... into a killer, who killed a woman you used to love.
Felicity Smoak: I don't want to be a woman you love.
Sara Lance: Don't be nervous.
Felicity Smoak: I'm a lot nervous. This is a big move, even for us, and we've cornered the market on big moves.
Oliver Queen: Slade didn't give us any choice.
Felicity Smoak: Yeah, but as far as plans go, this is not a good one.
Oliver Queen: Felicity, this was your plan.
Felicity Smoak: I didn't think you'd actually say yes.