Diggle: Felicity, if you're so scared, why did you insist on sitting up front?
Felicity: It was the only seat with a seat belt.
Diggle: Which will come in handy when we hit the water at 180 miles per hour.
Diggle: Which will not happen.
Shado: You've come very far in a few months. Don't beat yourself up.
Oliver: Apparently that's his job.
Slade: And I love my job.
Thea: Eavesdrop much?
Roy: Ah, what I lack in height, I make up for in wicked good hearing.
Thea: Well, don't keep me in suspense, Harper. What's your take on the matter? Although keep in mind I do control your paycheck and your sex life.
Roy: You go see your mom yet?
Thea: I thought about what you said.
Thea: And... I'll go see her when you stop going out at night looking to clean up the streets.
Roy: What does one thing have to do with the other?
Thea: I guess they're both things that are never going to happen.
Felicity: You were right. Once I signed on, I stopped thinking about all the bodies you dropped. Because I knew that being the Hood meant occasionally being a killer. Maybe there's another way.
Oliver: They have my sister. What other way is there?
Moira: However long I am in this place, you have freed me.
Thea: If I hug you, are they going to shoot us?
Moira: I'm willing to risk it if you are.
Oliver: The city still needs saving. But not by the Hood. And not by some vigilante who's just crossing names off a list. It needs... something more.
Diggle: It needs a hero, Oliver.