Arrow
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Sin: That woman running around in black leather tonight; that wasn't Sara.
Lance: Of course it was, who else would it be?
Sin: I don't know. That's why I'm talking to you.
Lance: What do you mean? I've spoken to her.
Sin: Well then you should know that wasn't your daughter.
Felicity: Well, you did it.
Oliver: I had help.
Felicity: Yeah. It was really smart, the way you outfoxed him. Talk about unthinkable. You and me, I mean. When you told me you loved me, you had me fooled. For a second, I thought that maybe you might have meant it, what you said. You, you really sold it.
Oliver: We both did.
Felicity: Let's go home.
Felicity: Merlyn is a monster. You're in this situation, Thea is in this situation because of him.
Oliver: Felicity, it's...
Felicity: No, just a few hours ago I stood right here and I swore that there was no way that you would ever agree to work with Malcolm Merlyn. Not ever! I guess I was wrong about everything. I need some air. I'm glad you're not dead.
You can kill me or not. Either way, I win.
Slade
I would have emailed, but this isn't exactly an email hot spot.
Diggle
Lance: You've killed before. Tonight I suggest you get back in the habit.
Felicity: He's wrong.
Oliver: He's right.
Arrow: What do you think you're doing?
Black Canary: Your job, apparently!
Gee Sara, you could have called before you invited ... seven assassins into our lair.
Felicity
Thea: Do you know how many times I've wished that I could thank The Arrow for the things he has done for this city?
Oliver: Probably as many times as I've wished we could have this conversation.
Lance: What am I going to tell your mother?
Sara: Tell her for the first time in my life I'm deciding my own fate.
Laurel: I know what you're gonna say, but I risked my life for this city while you were away, so that should earn me some respect.
Oliver: This isn't about respect and it's not about you risking your life. I understand that you miss Sara and I understand that when you go out there like this all of that pain goes away.
Laurel: It's the only time it ever does.
Oliver: That relief is not real. It's a drug.
Laurel: If you're implying...
Oliver: You're an addict and just like with booze and pills, that high that you're chasing every night is endangering your life.
Laurel: Go to hell, Oliver. You don't get to play that card with me. Ever! And if there is anyone who is anyone who is hiding the pain of real feelings and real life, it's you!
God, um, you... You're really sweaty.
Felicity
