Clark: You don't make it easy to ask a simple question. But that's what makes you... you. The woman I want to spend my life with. The woman... that I love. Lois Lane, will you marry me?
Cat Grant: Oh, my God! Lois Lane--are you expecting?
Lois: Spread that rumor, and you can expect my fist in your face.
Oliver: So, I think anyone who commits himself to a lifetime of Lois deserves all the moral support they can get.
Carter Hall: All I can say is, when it comes to planning the wedding, just nod. A lot.
Oliver: Well, you would know, right? I mean, you married Shayera, what, a hundred times now?
Dr. Emil Hamilton: Well, I've heard of relationships that withstand the test of time, but that's remarkable. Oh, or not, I suppose. For you.
Carter Hall: Even though I married Shayera a hundred times, I had to lose her as well. Now, I know I don't usually get all warm and fuzzy, but, uh, I am sorry. About Chloe.
Oliver: You're not going to hug me now, are you?
Carter Hall: No.
Carter Hall: Just saying, I understand that it's time like these, you miss them most.
Oliver: Well, let's hope they never have to feel that kind of loss.
Carter Hall: No relationship can avoid that possibility. If I've learned anything in the last, oh, 3,000 years, it's that fear should never decide love.
Oliver: Well said.
Clark: Why didn't you call me?
Oliver: It's my fault. I figured you could use some time alone with Lois.
Carter Hall: I told the human speedbag you'd want to know when he got his bell rung.
Trotter: What a beautiful ring. Congratulations.
Lois: Military's not big on accessories, huh?
Trotter: Only if they're medals.
Carter Hall: Besides, I've adopted a rule over the centuries. Don't go underground until you're dead.
Oliver: Listen, I was thinking about Slade and that Mega-Mart Darkness thing...
Carter Hall: "Omega."
Oliver: Well, whatever.
Carter Hall: I've seen this level of hatred before. Humanity's darkest hours. Spanish Inquisition. The Third Reich.
Clark: You're saying the Darkness has been here before?
Carter Hall: Several times. And every time it looked like the world would be consumed by hatred and darkness, another force arose. A much brighter one. To send the Darkness back.
(as Carter fumbles with a computer)
Carter Hall: I miss my typewriter.
Oliver: You miss the telegraph. Just get away, eight-track.
Slade Wilson: I was wondering how long you'd hide and let your friends take the fall.
Clark: I heard the explosion. You were in it, how did you...?
Slade Wilson: Survive? Let's just say the Reaper can swing his sickle at me, but I'm beyond Death's stroke now.
Lois: I'll get you help, okay?
Carter Hall: No. It's too late. Hey, I'm a pro at dying, remember?