None of you seem particularly likable, but if you do have any friends or anyone who does love you, I suggest you say goodbye. My people will be in touch.

Damien

Laurel: We need the Arrow.
Oliver: The Arrow's dead.
Laurel: We're hoping that's not the case. We're hoping that you can't change who you are in your bones.

Felicity: How was your jog?
Oliver: It was good. I'm getting used to running without someone chasing after me.

Oliver: I'm looking for a way in.
Diggle: I was furious to think that you trusted Malcolm Merlyn more than you trusted me, but then I realized that I'm not angry with you, I'm angry at myself for thinking you're someone that you clearly aren't.
Oliver: I don't know what that means.
Diggle: Oliver, after everything we've been through, man, I couldn't fathom why you didn't trust me. Then I realized you couldn't. It's not who you are. You don't trust. You don't love. You were able to fool Ra's and join the League because inside you are every bit as dark as they are.

Felicity Smoak. You have failed this omelette.

Oliver

Damien: Sorry about the arm. A necessary subterfuge to prevent anyone from suspecting your involvement with HIVE.
Lance: What do you want?
Damien: Well, I'm a little bit disappointed the train station isn't a smoldering pile of ash.
Lance: I'm not. Mass murder, killing innocents. I didn't sign up for this.
Damien: You signed up to do my will. I want to know everything about this Green Arrow. I want to know where he lives and who he loves, and I want him off the boards by the time my associates arrive.
Lance: And if I don't help you?
Damien: Well. Then I would be surprised, because I think I made it abundently clear. You don't have a choice.

Thea's been living with Laurel for the past few months. Ra's stabbed her right over there. We can get a rug.

Oliver

Son, you can't save everyone.

Donna

I don't want a partner, I don't need a partner.

Det. Villa

Rosey has a soft spot for anything with a pulse.

Det. Villa

Rosewood, stay away from my body!

Det. Villa

Everyone has a story.

Rosewood