Felicity: I was just telling Oliver how I'm being stretched too thin.
Curtis: Wait, what do you mean by "just"?
Felicity: We were at dinner when I got your text.
Curtis: Felicity!
Felicity: No, it's the job, it's OK!
Curtis: No, no this is all on me, I 911'd you over one damn dead body. Can you at least make it back to dessert?
Felicity: Well no, we have to find evil Laurel.
Curtis: No, no I'll find evil Laurel, you go out there and take your ass back to your man!
Felicity: Are you sure?
Curtis: Are you kidding me? I was like you guys' biggest shipper.
