Nate: Sometimes we screw things up for the better.
Sara: That's a good motto. We should use that.

Using your team to fix anything is like doing brain surgery with a chainsaw.

Rip

Totally rather get shot than look like a Sears model.

Nate

Even vigilantes have to pay their bills.

Sara

Ray: Where's Amaya?
Nate: We kinda broke up.

Nate: Dammit, Wally, what'd I say?
Wally: I was supposed to save some of the bad guys for you.

Amaya: Now the Spear of Destiny is in the hand of not just one, but four psychopaths.
Stein: Don't forget Mr. Rory.
Jax: That's right. We trusted him and he screwed us over.
Ray: Did we? Trust him? I admit it, we never really did, and he picked up on it.
Rip: Apparently, Mr. Rory is not entirely stupid.

Amaya: I know a thing or two about wielding mystical artifacts. I can control it.
Rip: Look, a totem is one thing. That. That is more powerful than anything any of us have seen.
Mick: She said she can handle it!
Sara: Mick, not now!

You actually care about these losers? Because I guarantee they don't care about you, Mick.

Snart

Mick: You're in my head. You're an illumination.
Snart: Hallucination.
Mick: That's it.
Snart [backhands Mick]: Now did that FEEL like an hallucination?

Now, I'm not a historian, but I can't imagine it's possible to obtain the blood of Christ without Christ.

Amaya

Mick: Piece a cake.
Jax: You thought that was easy?
Mick: No. I want a piece of cake. And a beer.