Oliver: Hello? Hi...OK. I will be there. Mhm, alright.
Felicity: It didn't sound like John or the team.
Oliver: It wasn't.
Felicity: What's going on?
Oliver: That was Slade Wilson, he needs my help.
Black Siren: Excuse me?
Jenny: [breaths out]
Black Siren: Here you go.
Jenny: Thanks, I'm such a clutz!
Black Siren: Don't worry, me too. I love your shoes, they're so cute.
Jenny: Custom designed! Girls can rock limited-editions kicks too, right?
Black Siren: Absolutely. I'm Dinah by the way.
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.
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.
Diggle: I knew you would be around here somewhere.
Black Siren: Well I couldn't stay away from you. Except you have changed something about yourself. I just can't quite put my finger on it.
Diggle: Then let me help you with that!
Black Siren: So it's a crossbow? That's cute.
Oliver: I know when I took William in, we agreed that we'd keep our distance because he was going to have a lot to process.
Felicity: He still has a lot to process!
Oliver: He does and every day there's a new challenge.
Felicity: I sense a but coming, there's a but coming right?
Oliver: But then I saw you with him and I became 100% sure that, if you want, his life will better with you in it. Just like mine.
Felicity: Are you sure that's what you want?
Oliver: I'm sure.
Agent Watson: Whoever your understudy is he might want to brush up on his archery. Or did you think we didn't notice that no arrows were used in taking down Faust?
Oliver: Are you done?
Agent Watson: I'm not.
Oliver: Agent Watson, I do not believe you were on my schedule.
Agent Watson: I think you'll come to find, I don't really give a damn.
Oliver: My name is Oliver Queen. After five years of hell, I returned home with only one goal: to save my city. But I couldn't honor that commitment and honor the promise I made to the mother of my son. So I asked the best man that I know to help. His name is John Diggle and he is the Green Arrow!
Mister Terrific: If one of us spots Tarkov, we should have a signal.
Wild Dog: Yeah, I was going to go with something like "I see them!" or maybe even "Hey, over there!"
Mister Terrific: It's not terribly original, but effective. What if we spot the Bratva?
Wild Dog: How about "Heads up!"?
Diggle: What is it, Oliver?
Oliver: I'd like you to do something for me.
Diggle: If it's suit up as Green Arrow, Felicity and I already talked about it and we don't think it's enough to take the heat off you.
Oliver: That's not what I'm asking.
Diggle: You're serious.
Oliver: Every time that I'm out there as Green Arrow, I'm a target...of the FBI, of the Bratva. Of the threats that are out there and the threats that are undoubtedly coming...and on my own? I can take it. But I'm not on my own anymore.
I can't be responsible for my son losing the only parent that he has left.
Oliver: Star City needs the Green Arrow. It just can't be me anymore. So I'd like it to be you.
Diggle: I'm not lying. I'm telling you this is none of your business.
Dinah: I'm out in the field with you at less than 100%, this is damn well my business! And it's Oliver's
Oliver: First, this is important, I'm not the Green Arrow.
Reporter: If you're not the Green Arrow, who is?
Oliver: Number 2! Photos can be doctored. They could have put Bruce Wayne's head on that body. Has Bruce Wayne left Gotham to hang out in Star City recently? No!